Awright. Enough of the loveydovey I understand your anguish.
IT’S ELEVEN THIRTY THAT’S FREAKING ENOUGH ALREADY GO TO SLEEP!
Well now I feel pretty small. When Cameron did this last night, a couple of spoonsful of yogurt ‘distracted’ him. Well, finally in desperation I offered that tonight. I was reluctant, because I do NOT want this to become a habit. Well, he sobbed out a “yeah,” and so I got a small bowl, returned, and spoonfed him. Or tried to – he grabbed the spoon and dragged it to his mouth as fast as he could, then dove back for more. He was hungry. He proceded to eat a full bowl of yogurt and another of oatmeal, a glass of V8, a big spoonful of peanut butter, and a bowl full of applesauce. We’re talking more food than I thought could fit in his stomach, and he ate it all ravenously.
Now he’s lying down, and we’ll see how it goes.
Aaand nevermind. Apparently there is now a snake in his room.
Update @ nearly 1 am
I think he’s asleep. Now, why did I react so badly? Four effing hours of crying, whining, screaming. FOUR. That’s enough to get under anyone’s skin. Then add in that I had a long and tiring day at work — nothing major, nothing I can write about here. I spent a good portion of the day looking forward to taking a bath tonight. I also had a list of things I wanted to get done. I cleaned the kitty litter and boiled some eggs … dishes, laundry, sweeping the kitchen floor, changing my sheets and other items will all have to wait.
Update the next morning.
He fell asleep finally around 2:30.