I have that tight feeling in my chest. Like I'm on the quick road to another breakdown. I can't quite take that deep breath that I so desperately need.
E has hit some stage in her little world where she screams bloody murder before she falls asleep. No matter if it's before she's tired, right when she should go down, or too late. Naps and everything. She will kick and flail and squirm and squirm and squirm, crying the whole time. Her whole body goes stiff and she fights everything with all her might. I'm dreading her waking up, because now I have to go through this whole fight every time.
Sigh.
I need my husband.
I haven't said that in a while.
But I do.
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