I should have known better than to post something about how wonderful my Thursday was and how good my baby had been. He woke up from his nap in a bad mood. A very, very bad mood. That turned into a bad afternoon and a night from hell. Juan spent from midnight to 2am on the couch with him and I spent from 2am to 6am on the floor in the nursery. We were all really tired this morning and I was threatening to run away to Botswana. My husband seemed unfazed. We somehow manage to get dressed and off to school and work respectively. I stumbled into work feeling rather sorry for myself. And then I read this.
I love my pasture, teething and all.
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