I’m officially a basket-case.
Even without the dramatic contrast to the bliss-filled weekend, tonight would be tough. Ella has finally succumbed to sleep but Caleb is still going strong, throwing what is becoming not only the world’s largest tantrum, but the longest. It’s his birthday and he’ll cry if he wants to. Apparently for two hours forty-three minutes at last count.
There’s no emoticon that describes how I’m feeling right now, but if there was I suspect it might look like this.
Help wanted.