I love this little guy to pieces, but this week has been tough.
He started the week by falling face first into the side of the tub resulting in a swollen/bloody lip. He has whined and cried every day wanting nothing but to be held. At play groups, he is pushing kids away from a toy he wants and takes it for himself. Yesterday he turned off the computer in the middle of me writing an email. Then last night he woke up and was awake from 10:30 pm till 2:00 AM!!! I finally threw him in the car and drove around our neighborhood for 20 minutes. By the grace of God, he finally fell asleep, but was back up at 4:00 and at 6:00.....it was HELL.
When people would say that being a stay at home mom was the hardest job in the world, I used to think, "what's so hard about it?". Now I feel ridiculous. It's the most challenging job I've ever had and it lacks the praise of traditional work . My husband and I have been "discussing" my need for more validation. Some days just feel lonely....
We had a play date at our friend's, who set up a little pumpkin patch for the kids. Harrison liked eating the hay like a little farmer. This was just minutes before he knocked a playmate to the ground for the walking toy he wanted. He's kind of becoming a little punk.