A sad, sick, teething, and furious baby woke me up in the dark, rainy, middle of the night.
He didn't let me fall back asleep.
Lots of doctored up French press coffee, lots of movies for the sisters, lots of wishing I was napping.
Or mostly wishing he was napping.
It's super hard to be a baby.
It's even harder to be a grown up.
Spring break take me away.
Stop raining while you are at it.