This morning, JC woke up at 4am to eat. Then Hubby's alarm went off at 4:30am (hooray for sea duty), which means I didn't sleep for another hour while he got ready for work. By the time he left the house and I fell back asleep, I managed to squeeze in another 20 minutes before LB was awake and whining.
Oh yes. It was going to be one of those mornings.
Whenever JC wasn't crying, LB was. Whenever LB wasn't crying, JC was. And whenever I managed to get the baby asleep, LB managed to wake him up, in which case I had two crying kids (LB for me scolding him).
My temper is short today. I blame it on the lack of sleep and crashing hormones. It grew exceptionally shorter when I yelled at LB only to receive a smile in return. Oooooooh, that really got under my skin.
Currently, JC is dry and fed, and asleep in his bouncy seat. LB is playing quietly (sort of), which is the only reason I have the time to type this. But after unloading the dishwasher, which is a CHORE with LB around, and speaking on the phone with a bunch of morons (seriously, how hard is it to do your JOB??), and finding out that we may have a houseguest in two weeks, I'm just freaking out.
Now I must go, because LB has thrust a book onto my lap and whining for me to "read" it... which means, I hold the book while he flips the pages. *sigh* He could really do that himself, I suppose.... but at least I get to spend time with a calm little boy who says "wow" to all the pictures and isn't flipping out or hitting his head on the floor.
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