It started yesterday morning. I woke up to the sounds of hysterical crying. Hysterical crying usually come from Princess (she is the drama queen in the family!). I was right. Princess was crying. What for? Her FAVORITE box was being thrown out for recycling. Yep her box. We are moving to a smaller place and thus we need to downsize. Perfectly logical - to an adult. But not to a six year old who had just woken up (too early) and was hungry. Not a good combination. So after about 30 minutes of her crying and getting her to eat something, she eventually forgot about the box and went outside to play. Good crisis resolved.
Not exactly. Sweet Pea was having a rough day ALL day. She was clinging, fussy, and wouldn't let me put her down. When I would get her to sleep she would only sleep for about 30 minutes and wake up. 30 minutes is not very long to get ANYTHING done. So I spent most of the day holding a 14 pound infant and walking and bouncing and nursing and consoling. This combination leads to a very tired Mommy.
Fast forward to bath time. I had got Princess into the bath and was now getting Cowgirl.Well she decided that it was now her turn to cause trouble. Instead of getting into the bathtub she
I spent most of the night