Tonight was a super tough solo mommy night. Harry was constantly testing the only crumb of patience I had left. The tone and volume of my voice was not acceptable and it was ineffectively met with laughter. Sometimes it feels like which of my buttons to push are in his genetic code. He’s sick with a double ear infection and a rash and he spent the afternoon with my mother who doesn’t respect my parenting (She knows what’s best for my son, apparently). Plus, I spent the afternoon with my mother in our house - it was a bad setup.
All our normal routines involved misbehavior to a degree on both our parts. Bath was a nightmare, diaper and PJ’s sucked and don’t even get me started about how much fun it was forcing an antibiotic and Motrin into him. Add in his hitting and head thrashing and it’s a recipe for disaster.
Things got better once we got upstairs with a bottle and did our nighttime routine with lots of books, a lullaby, prayers and snuggles.
