Pals, I am tired.
If wishing made it so, Henry would be a better sleeper. Also, I'd have fresh watermelon on my kitchen table while I typed this.
Yesterday was kind of a rough spot for me. We got up, I took the kids to daycare. Got Willa out of the car and had her waiting on the sidewalk. Pulled Henry, in his infant carrier, out of the car and we walked in. I set Henry down and his teacher said, "uh-oh... it's looks like he spit up."
Which was her way of nicely saying, "holy moly! The kid is drenched from chin to toe!"
He's normally not a spitter. I think this was a reminder that mom needs to be mindful of garlic intake.
On the way home I started to get upset. I took my baby out of the car. I walked him 40 yards into his room. I set him down. All without looking at him. All because I was too distracted with "what's next."
The morning was actually a good morning after that. But I was consumed with "what the heck is wrong with me?!".
It still troubles me. I think the working full time, and being a mom of 2, and not sleeping has finally caught up to me.
2 days off next week. Should be good.