So he screamed for 30 minutes before I picked him up and sat through Dino Dan while he went back to sleep. Then he screamed when I put him down so I could go to the bathroom. Beginning to feel like one of those animals that carries its young on its back for a year or two. I know the years go by fast, but the days and nights lately are really wearing me out.
Cue more mommy guilt - I can hear judgmental tones telling me that's what I get for having kids. That if I wanted sleep and to not have little bodies attached to me all time I shouldn't have had kids or should have gotten "fixed" before I had this many.
Am I the only one to feel this way and then go through these self-lashings for feeling it? If you've been through this, what did you do to get through it?
Is it just a case of "get over yourself - this is the bed you made, now you have to lie in it"?
