Being a parent is very tiring. Today, I have felt so weak and tired, upset and angry, frustrated and annoyed. Who knew such a small little boy could cause so much raw emotion. Lately, Baby J has been attempting to not sleep very much, meaning less than 10 hours at night and maybe an hour and a half nap in the day. It has caused me to really search for God and patience. Today after waking up at 4:15 am, making him stay in bed until 6, I finally caved and fed him. Joe told me he would stay up with him after that and put Baby J down for a morning nap around 7. He cried/whimpered for almost 2 hours before I gave up resting and started are day together at 8:30. We took a walk this morning and I took a picture of Baby J in his very annoyed state, trying to remind myself that in a few years I will be able to laugh about his dislike for sleep. So here is crabby boy:
