My Favorite…
Part of the day has been that first, warm, sweet …
sip of coffee.
I imagine I’m trying to chase that feeling the rest of the day.
I’m fully aware you could replace coffee with some elicit drug in this scenario and you might actually be worried about me.
But, do not fear. I’m ok really.
Project “working on sleep” is on hold for a few days as M and O both got colds over the weekend. It was sort of working, but kinda not really. Yes after almost a week she was crying less, but still having a really hard time. I’m thinking she wasn’t picking up what I as throwing down, so I’ve backed off a little and plan on trying something new once this cold goes away. Hopefully there will be enough time between illness to get us to some place new.
O has been all discombobulated as well, and has spent some time sleeping in my bed while we’ve been letting M cry some. So last night she slept in my bed with me, the Hubs has taken up residence in the guest room and M joined O and I around midnight.
This morning as we are waking up O says, “Mom, there is no more room for Daddy.”
She’s so right. And it’s so funny it’s sad.
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