Then Goober #2 fell ill on Tuesday. PHHHTTT!!! So, I ended up spending most of the night up checking her temp, calming her down, and giving alternating Motrin/Tylenol to break her fever to no avail.
To top it off Goober #3 is teething and so wants to nurse, nurse, nurse (suck/pressure thing). So last night after nursing him 2xs in a row I just laid him down in hopes he'd fall asleep. I went outside, was having a smoke only to be confronted by my irrate husband who couldn't sleep because of the crying. I said, "I already nursed him twice." "Fine!" was his reply. I followed him up the stairs and asked him, "What would you like me to do?" No reply. He stormed into the bedroom and proceded to pick up Wailin Boy. I told him, "Just go. Go to bed. I'll nurse him again. But I just NURSED him." "Well, I've got to get sleep!!"
CW is being a boob again and I'm not sure what to do. Funny (not ha,ha funny) that when I do something he doesn't like he yells, accuses, and name-calls. Yet when he does the exact same thing? I'M the one with "issues". Uh...okay. Sure. If it eases your mind and guilt Babe. You go right ahead and blame him. Dork!
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