Guilt

Lately it's been busy. Russ has been working lots of hours, plus we just got back from an emotionally intense long-weekend in Nebraska (RJs grandad passed away),  This all means I've been doing a lot of nighttime routines on my own/mostly on my own. Tonight I decided I NEEDED the night off. I still put the boys down which I really enjoy. They read, gave me kisses and hugs and used their sweet voices to tell me they loved me. I let Russ keep Dempsey tonight.

Two hours later Dempsey's waking me up, cranking about something. I try to nurse and let Russ take her again. Another hour passes and Russ brings her back in. And up she goes-wide awake, being cranky. This is where it gets fun... So just as Russ gets comfy cosey...D starts cranking, AJ runs in to tell us Ryker's crying, and then he himself starts screaming because his leg hurts.

I'm trying to nurse D, Russ is calming Ryk down and medicating AJ. All AJ wants is to sleep with me in our bed, which I can't do because Dempsey is hollering. Guilty much. I convince him to go sleep in the full bed with Russ and Ryker, with the promise he can come back,

I go in Ryke's room and he hollers "Momma!" wanting me to stay but I can't. Guilty.

I give Dempsey a stern talk because whytheheckareweupright now. A bit guilty.

Lord. So AJs back in my bed, D is sleeping as long as I rock, and Russ-well hopefully he's sleeping in Ryke's bed.

Is it a full moon?

Momma