So I'm in a slightly better mood today, but I couldn't tell you why. Michael now has Harper's cold and can't sleep well - I'm so grateful we've not had ongoing sleep issues with our kids. One night of bad sleep and I feel like I'm about to go off the deep end. I cannot deal. One of the most excruciating things about Michael's early babyhood was that we had to wake up to feed him in three hour intervals, even if he didn't wake on his own. It is not right to set your alarm for 2:30 a.m. unless you are being paid in the six figures to host a national morning show.
The only thing that is even remotely good about a sick toddler is that they are almost forced to cuddle. Michael is by far my more cuddly child, but doesn't have much patience for it since he found his feet. This afternoon I couldn't do a darn thing because Michael would only settle down when held tightly in my lap. Before too long he won't fit on my lap.
I want Michael to feel better (he'll probably wake up screaming as soon as I try to go to bed) but I'll happily take advantage of any chance to hold him on my lap and smell his hair before he is a head taller than me.