The day before yesterday, David got home from work and Joony was fussing in his room, trying to tell me he didn't need a nap (he needed a nap). When Dave asked, "How can I help? What should I do?" I spat out, "Drop kick him across the room, I just don't care at this point!" And then an immediate, "Ohmygosh I did not mean that, I'm so sorry, it's been such a long day!"
All that to say, my moods are on the fritz. Joony's made the shift from being a nursing-every-couple-hours baby to a nurse-at-bedtime-and-once-or-twice-during-the-day boy. I think the change has been playing tricks on my brain--maybe I don't feel as needed? Maybe I miss the extra cuddle time every day? Whatever it is, I'm fighting this daily battle with the part of my brain that wants me to be a cheerful, rational person and the part that wants to throw a temper tantrum and pout and eat 6 Fat Boy ice cream sandwiches.
Last night was exactly the calm I needed after the emotional start to my week. We went to the (empty) driving range, Joony laughed while David hit golf balls, the weather was gorgeous, and we came home to watch The Voice (a day late on Hulu), have some sparkling red grape juice, and goof off. Aah. Ready once again to tackle life!
Posted by brandilyn at 6:30 AM