Early this morning Brendan woke up earlier than expected. He was upset and I was tired, all I wanted to do was cover my head and ignore the crying. But instead I got up and picked up my crying baby to try and comfort him...he did not want to be comforted! The picture below explains how I felt exactly! There I sat on the couch with my crying baby in my lap and all I could do was sit there and cry with him. Tears streaming down my face; all I wanted was to crawl back into bed and not get up in the morning.
Through it all we made it through the night. Brendan took his bottle and went back to sleep, I dried my tears and crawled back into bed, got up in the morning and faced the day. Thankfully, it is Friday, the weekend it here!