Today was not a good day. It was an awful day. Crabby kiddo, one hour nap, incessant whining, dragging me all over, then the finale of throwing himself onto the floor found him in bed at 7pm and me wishing it was 9pm so I could take my meds and go to bed myself.
My hormones are raging and the tears will not stop flowing.
How will I do this with two kids? HOW?
When will Brayden get that he can’t just drag me along everywhere? Or sit directly on my belly? Or not to rough house with me so much?
I am so overwhelmed with emotions, about what this transition will do to my little boy. And I only have 12 weeks left with him as an only. Of course, I am so excited about his baby sister, but I am almost mourning the loss of my only. The one I live and breathe for. How will I open myself to MORE love?
When will I know when he is ready for his new room? When will he talk more? Understand more? Listen more? Communicate in a way that is without stomping his feet? Should I be concerned? Is it just because he is a boy? Am I not doing enough?
The end of this day has left me feeling very inadequate. I hope tomorrow is better.
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