I'm not gonna lie...Wednesdays are pretty tough for me. I usually come home from work and get maybe an hour of sleep before the boys wake me up. I then stay up for the rest of the day to switch back over to sleeping at night. I usually feel (and look) like death...I'm exhausted, sick, and drained. If it were just Boston I think it would be ok...I could probably rest on the couch while he watched a show or something...he is pretty independent these days. Tayden on the other hand has to be constantly watched or entertained. He doesn't like tv yet and if I try to lay down he climbs all over me. The worst is that he is a screamer...so if he wants something, can't do something, or Boston is bugging him he screams. It gets real obnoxious. I try to be patient...but come Wednesday I have none left...and I usually find myself in tears...on the verge of an emotional break down....feeling like a really really bad mom. Wow, this is sounding really pathetic...but it's the truth. So, of course yesterday was one of those days...and when Tayden finally went upstairs to play without me I was relieved to get just a second to sit on the couch and zone. When I realized that it seemed pretty quite I didn't even care. Next thing I know Boston is yelling to me that Tayden has something all over his face. Luckily, when I got upstairs he had pretty much just covered himself and nothing else....with PERMANENT marker. Lovely...it was good for a laugh though.
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