Jack's not having the best week. And that probably started some time last week. Hubby thinks he's fighting some illness (because he's sick himself, I think), but I really think it's just age and a stage - maybe with a bit of teething or something. See, the boy isn't really acting uncomfortable, he's just really, really, very clingy lately. As in, I'm getting little to nothing done since he wants me with him All. The. Time.
But I'm really mostly okay with this. Sure, it's frustrating, but I'm very lucky I'm not a business lawyer raleigh nc or something. I can be here, at his beck and call, until he's comfortable again. Today that meant an episode of Sesame Street when I could have been making a couple phone calls, nursing him to sleep in my lap instead of writing out the grocery list, and unfortunately breaking his heart while I took the fastest shower in history.
I'm a stay-at-home mom. I want my kids healthy and happy above all else. And 'all else' frequently involves my comfort at this point, but that's okay too. They're only babies once, and I don't want to miss a good - or even not-so-good - moment of it.