something in the air?
Yesterday evening was quite a carnival. CJ took a nap and woke up on the wrong side of the crib -- he was crying hysterically for about an hour and was inconsolable, which is unusual for him. He wanted something, but I could not figure out what it was -- he kept pointing at something on the counter, but everything I showed or offered him only made him angrier. (We discovered later that he had a patch of bad diaper rash that popped up out of nowhere, so it must have been hurting him.) As he was howling away, Ora joined in -- just for kicks, I suppose. Later she made a mess all over Walt as he bathed her. And then as I was trying to get dinner ready amidst all the screeching, I managed to slice my thumb open, and it took half an hour to stop the bleeding.
At the time I was really wound up, but now as I write it all down I find myself giggling. It was pretty over-the-top.
At the time I was really wound up, but now as I write it all down I find myself giggling. It was pretty over-the-top.