Last night was one of those nights that make me thankful I don’t have to squeeze myself into spanx and commute to an office this morning.
I was up from 2-4 a.m. with TWO, who is teething. All day yesterday he clung to my leg and drooled, staring up at me asking silently for me to pick him up. I ended up just carting him around the house all day because it was hard to manage the leg-clinger at the same time as the hell-raiser.
He slept fine until halfway through the night and then he started crying, only stopping when I was holding him. When I picked him up from his crib, he sagged against me with relief and put his head on my shoulder. It’s hard to get up repeatedly in the middle of the night, but when that sweet baby laid his head on me I knew that I was making it better. He needed me and I was there. I spend a lot of my day just trying to keep my head above water; there aren’t a ton of moments where I feel like I’m getting something right.
This morning I am tired and I ran out of eye-brightening serum. This is a terrible combination. But thankfully, I don’t have to be anywhere at a certain time. Instead I get to steam mop, sweep crumbs up after every meal, answer a bajillion questions, wipe snot and take pictures of my new friend playing with the kiddos.