I love when people tell me how great I am doing. It gives me a boost to get through the day. Or through the current crisis. Because as much as I blog relatively happy crap here, it's not all sunshine and roses. But then you probably guessed that.
Truth is - I'm tired. Sweet Potato has been waking up a lot at night. He's got eczema and he scratches his face and head. I'm not sure if he's waking up from the itching or from his tummy being upset or if he's teething. Or all three. Or something else.
I don't know and I hate not knowing. And I'm tired. And when he screams in my ear, it's hard. And I cry sometimes along with him. And then, you know, occassionally while this is going on, his twin brother will need something. Like food. And it becomes a double melt down. Or, if you include me, a triple melt down. Because, did I mention that I'm tired?
Before you think I wish I was not parenting single, while I wish I had help overnight, I'm not missing the dad-factor. Yet. Because if there was a dad-factor, I would likely have a whole different slew of issues. Knowing me. But maybe then I could afford to take a day off from work. And sleep. Or something.
But I digress.
I'm just tired.