Wednesday, June 16, 2010
I'm asking for patience. Today has been a very long day and it is not even close to dinnertime. I still have to feed my picky eater, bathe my messy boy, get him settled down...it feels like it's never going to end.
With Winslow away I'm pretty much maxed out. I can only take so much crying and whining...I am looking for some magical reserve of patience buried deep down in my soul because right now....right now I am at the end of my rope.
I'm going to be honest. It's lonely being by myself with the little one. It's also exhausting, as I am the only one that can get things done. To sum up the events over the last three days I will narrow it down to a few words....poop, poop on me, poop on Noah... cooking, cooking meals that are refused, cooking meals that get thrown on the floor, meals that get thrown at me...crying, crying because "we" are tired, crying because "we" don't know what we want, crying because "we" are poopy.....sigh. I'm tired.
Don't get me wrong, there have been lots of fun events in amongst the not so fun events and the visits with friends have been a lifesaver for me...but right now...I just need to vent.
How are you doing on your end? I've read a few other blog posts similar to mine lately. Is there something going on with the stars?
I'm going to leave with a photo of my big boy playing at the library. He now stands up at the Thomas train table, hoping that he can join in with the older kids. Oh my big boy!