When my husband comes home from work today, the first thing I will probably say to him after passing him the baby is “Ouf!!”. This has been anything but a restful Friday. Marko woke up this morning in a cranky and very whiny mood. Put him down to play: he whines. Pick him up: whines some more. Feed him breakfast: meltdown.
Okay, I can handle this. I’m cool. It’s only 7:30 a.m. I thought to myself nearly eight hours ago now. My normally pleasant 8-month-old has turned cray-cray today. WHAT IS UP little man?? It’s like nothing I can do today is right by him. The only bit of peace and sanity I got today was his nap (which he’s now been down for nearly two hours) and his Monkey Rock music class.
How could someone so small make me so tired? Parents out there, can you hear me? Can you relate? What do you do in these moments of wild baby tantrums that they suddenly have? My only culprit is perhaps teething but ouf, today has been rough!
Alright enough with my rant, I’m going to go make myself a cup of coffee and try to enjoy it before my little monster wakes up!