I'm going to be honest here. Today was a hard day. At least this morning was. At 8:20 am I had already called Erik on the verge of tears. It's Jack. He's just so, well, I don't know how to describe it. He is so busy. He won't sit still and he is into EVERYTHING. Everyone tells me it just comes with having a boy, but I'm not sure. To say each day is trying is quite an underestimate.
I'm sure that if Lucy didn't demand (and of course deserve) most of my attention it wouldn't be such a big deal. The problem is, I think Jack deserves that much attention too. It really tears at my heart. And apparently my sanity as well. This morning I walked out of the playroom to go get Lucy a rag because she had just vomited and was seriously was gone 10 seconds at the most. This is what I walked back into:
First of all, it scared me. He could have hurt himself. Secondly, are you serious??!! Geez. I guess that's the end of the changing table. I'll have to find a place to stash diapers so that I can just change him on the floor. I felt very defeated today. BUT. Let me just say that even through my frustration and tears, I'm so very thankful to be home with him. I missed so much of his first year, I can't help but to kiss those chubby cheeks all day long. I don't want anyone to think I'm complaining, but this is my blog and I just need a place to vent.
After my little meltdown I got Jack dressed and couldn't help but to giggle with delight at how cute he looked. I mean, just look at him!
If anyone has any suggestions, or similar stories I'd be interested in hearing them. Thanks for letting me vent tonight.