Mom Enough.
I had dairy. Virgil is constipated, manic, overtired, can't sleep, bites me instead of nursing. Yanks my hair HARD in the ergo. It's just tears and screaming coupled with manic laughter and screaming. Rinse and repeat. Blech.
To me that's what it means to be the mom. Sure I get lots of fun awesome days and those great milky smiles that are just for me. In return I get to nurse him when he's biting for fun with snot running everywhere.
On the plus side he took his diaper off before he peed.
And did I mention when he grabs my hair and yanks my head back, he's really strong. And determined. Not our best day, it's true. Moments of positives, though. And tomorrow I should be able to eat apples. Time to sample all those hard ciders Brian's been enjoying.