11pm, 1:30am, 3am, 4am, 4:30am, 6:30am. those pretty numbers are all of the times i got to see one - or more - of my children last night. my main culprit was jonah - that bear of a 2 year old got his nose in a twist about something, because that little guy was inconsolable. walking/swaying? nope. change diaper? nope. drink of water? nope. can i change your pj's? no way. monkey boy jumped on the bandwagon, was too cute to say no to, and got some water too.
then the anxiety hit my little lady and she came in to our room to worry about something happening today. not a big deal, but it's not the norm for her, so she worries. to the extreme.
i'm tired.
but i'm not super grumpy. i do tend towards the super grumpy, i have to say, but there's something about these problems that you just want to solve for your children that is just heartbreaking. my anger turns to sadness when i have a hot, wet, crying 2 year old in my arms who just really does want to sleep.
but i am tired. no joke.
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