I’ve (we’ve) had a rough week. Every one of us is sick and “for the first time in forever,” I am the sickest of the lot. Followed closely by Bryson. If he’s not up needing me, I’m hacking my lungs out… Not sleeping. I’ve been a real bitch to B, picking at every.single.thing he does, leaving no room for him to even try to like me.
Last night, at 4:30, I lost it. Big ugly sobs as Bryson screamed in bed (I’d nursed him just 2 hours earlier) and I raced to the bathroom to hack up the shit in my lungs and blow the other shit out of my nose (and ears… OMG my poor aching ears). Nursing moms can’t take much of anything for a cold, so I’m just left to suffer.
Today, the boys let me sleep in (8:45, nothing glamorous!) and I called a cease fire with B. I told him I’m done waging war against him. I made some good points yesterday, but so did he (like that my friends’ troubled marriages are making me look for issues in him and us). It’s time to get a grip and stop.
So I’m stopping today.
I swear it.