Some days with a baby look like this:
This happened after an already trying day with Min. It was like the cherry on top of a cup cake…if the cherry was made out of broken glass and the cup cake was made out of Pepto-Bismol.
And of course this was on the first evening of The Boss’s week-long business trip to Orlando.
Days like this happen. And they suck.
I don’t know if motherhood has taught me how to be more patient or if I’ve just learned to deal.
And by “learned to deal” I mean: Leave baby in high chair, walk to living room, sit on sofa and cry.