If you stand in the middle of the forest and scream for all your worth, do the trees even care?
I’m feeling very melodramatic tonight. I’m not sure if it’s the pounding headache, the exhaustion, or the rambunctious children, but I’m feeling very in-touch with my emo-teen side.
Baby Wy is experiencing the traditional four-to-five month old sleep regression.
I thank my lucky stars that we’re still rocking the breastfeeding. There are nights where I’m not sure I’ll make it just across the room to get him, and bring him back to bed. I can’t fathom going all the way downstairs to make a bottle.
But it’s all combined to turn me into a low-grade drama queen. Every other minor crisis is The Last Straw! Until it’s solved, and we move on to the next Last Straw!
Times like this remind me where my daughter gets that tendency from. Luckily for her, she is cute and little enough to get away with the occasional “Oh, WOE! WOE is me! The world is ENDING!”
Also, it’s a lot easier for her to take a nap. Sometimes, I wish someone would send me to my room for quiet time.
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