Today was a day that only parents who really love their children can bear. And even they may have a hard time.
The baby screamed for roughly eight straight hours. I either had to hold her or nurse her for those eight long hours. During these eight excruciating hours, my three year old (who is extremely creative, mind you) came up with a game. This game was called "baby." The game "baby" had a very simple concept. She acted like a baby. A screaming, crying baby who needed a pacifier (which neither of my children took as babies, or take now...) so, while walking the hall, or nursing the real baby who was really screaming, i had to give a pacifier to a three-year-old "baby" who then spit it out and "cried" harder.
All of this really outweighs the rest of the crappiness of my day, which simply put was me feeling sick with the very same head and chest cold that is affecting 3/4 of my household (my husband came home with even more antibiotics- and a sinus infection.) The three year old being exempt (thankfully, because i don't want her to be sick. not thankfully, because sickness may just slow her down a bit... maybe.) Today, my head came close to a vesuvius eruptive state. my body felt heavier than the volcanic rock that surrounded the lava that was my sinuses. all of this while the baby/"ies" SCREAMED.
everyone is finally asleep. my eyes are shutting around me. i wrote out my post. i am going to bed.
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