I have a toothache. Hurts like the dickens. Dentist Thursday. Whoo-pee.
J is crabby. He won't nap, either. Go to sleep, J. Be the turnip. Please? I am so tired of having a screaming baby in my arms, and I can do nothing for him. I think I may purchase earplugs; no point in both of us being miserable. I know I can't really do that, but it is very tempting sometimes.
I have been super-happy today. Now, I'm suddenly grumpy. J's screams could account for my sudden change in mood. I need a nap. I'm so tired, I put J's new diaper on and forgot the plastic pants. Pee got everywhere. I have had to put him down in his crib and just walk away for a few moments, for a good cry. I don't know what else to do.
Chest pains are subsiding somewhat, though on days like these they return. Part of the treatment involves not lifting. This is, obviously, impossible for me, with J. It could take quite awhile for the costochondritis to heal at this rate.
I can't get anything done. Nothing. Whatsoever. I don't have enough time to do anything of substance. (Stop screaming, J!)
I have a sneaking suspicion that one of my friends is in need of encouragement today. There is no reason for this; it is just a hunch. If you are this friend, please call me. I wish to offer you the support and encouragement that you need.