Today I was cranky and crabby and kind of short with everyone I met. It was just like there was this fog inside my head that was causing so much confusion, I couldn't get past it to be nice.
Does that make sense?
No? Good. At least we're all in the same boat for a moment.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure tomorrow will be better. And I've finally decided to go see a doctor. Hopefully, that will provide some answers and then you won't have to read through my whining any more.
But thanks for sticking around in the meantime.
Anyway, Baby B seems to be a little behind schedule on just about everything. Not anything we're concerned about, he's just not one of those early achievers. When people ask me if he's doing certain things yet, like walking, I find myself constantly laughing it off with, "Well, he's a third child."
The same explanation is given to why he's only wearing one sock, or why he's got food on his face, or why he's so laid back, or why he has no baby book, or pretty much anything and everything.
I walked into the kitchen tonight to find him this way. All by himself. I don't know how he got his cereal bowl and his spoon down from the table, but he was quite content feeding himself the remaining portion.
What can I say? He's a third child.
It made me laugh out loud. Which I really needed today. Is anybody keeping track of how many Joyful Moments this tiny man has provided me? Thank goodness for my third child!
Wishing you all Joyful Moments even if you've got food on your face and only one sock on your feet!