Today has been one of “THOSE” days. You know “THOSE” days right? The days when you think, what the h*** was I thinking when I decided 3 kids was a good idea.
I hate to have days like this. I swear I normally do not want to send my kids somewhere far away, but every once in awhile, you just can’t help but to get a little stressed out.
It’s been extremely harder this week because SJ is no longer just SLEEPING and pooping. He’s decided that he wants to CRY. A LOT.
God love him. I am pretty sure he’s having some belly issues. But enoughs ENOUGH! Can I get an AMEN?
I am on the 4th kind of formula and praying that the new one I started today is going to make a difference. I want my peaceful sleeping newborn back. STAT.
In case you think I am fabricating this story….
To top it off, Bents had his 18 month well child check today. That seemed like a good idea. Until the doctor was conveniently running FORTY minutes behind schedule. Not cool. Not cool.
His eyes are seriously scaring me in that picture. Watch out.
This is much better.
But, even this, didn’t last long. He had to get shots and that sent him right back in to tazmanian mode.
Thank goodness for Excederin Migraine and fountain cokes in styrofoam cups. For real.