*screams*

Today, was a bad day.

Usually Tristan is such a sweet tempered little guy.  I guess he wasn't feeling too good after his shots the other day and was catching up on his grumpies.  He pretty much cried from 10 AM to 7 PM.  Yeah, it was awful.  My ears are still ringing.  And if that wasn't enough, he woke up at 3 AM and refused to go back to sleep until 5.  And when your sleep is disturbed like that, it's hard to get back to sleep and feel rested.  So grumpy mommy + grumpy baby = nightmare and lots of tears.

I was hoping Nick would come rescue me and save my sanity....yeah no such luck.  I guess I'm stuck doing this alone for the next couple years while he finishes school.  Anyone who says being a stay at home mom is easy, obviously has never done it.  So, here I sit, almost midnight, blogging while Tristan plays with toys on the floor. My eardrum feels like it's about to rupture, so if wake up with a bloody pillow, I won't be surprised.  I feel bad for him though, poor thing, not able to say what's bothering him, all he can do is cry.  I wish I could make it better for him, but it's really a hit and miss.  Sometimes I get it right, others, not so much.

I tried to make him feel better by letting him try some peaches.  Too bad I didn't get a picture, best gag ever.  So, we'll stick with toys for now.