Today was easily the worst day of BOTH my children’s existence.
I’m not even sure I can talk about it yet, but let’s just say the day ended at 6:30pm when I put Jake to bed (Seth was at school).
This was right after he’d been screaming about the dog on his pj pants getting “messed up” whenever he bent his knees. He couldn’t take it. I kept having to “straighten” out his leg to fix the dog and then he would completely lose it when he bent his leg again.
Summary: Jake was very tired.
We had a lot of this:
No, he’s not asleep. This is mid-tantrum
And this. Yes, he is on the bathroom floor right next to the toilet. I had given up the fight by this point.
Where was Drew? He was screaming. He screamed all.day.long. He would stop every so often to fall asleep for 10 minutes and then would wake up again screaming.
Summary: Drew was very tired and obviously his tummy or something was upsetting him.
Let’s hope everyone wakes up on the right side of the bed tomorrow…