Now that my MIL and my Mom have gone home I find I am now alone fighting the battle of infant vs toddler. My toddler demands the attention; my infant demands the attention; and for some reason that is unknown to me it all happens at the same time. I can not lie my patience is wearing a bit thin between the sleepless nights and the early mornings. Little Man's endless crying and Punka's puppy whining (yes whining, like a little dog).
Yesterday I lost the juggle.
Little Man was awake most of the night with gas and Punka awoke with a 24 hr stomach bug. I had my hands full to say the least and it was the second time I have found myself in tears since my Little Man came home. 5:20a I gave up the fight and called in reinforcements. My loving Dad traveled the 4 hour trip to give me sanctuary. A sanctuary that was well needed.
I just have to remember that each day and each night will bring something new. For instance Little Man slept 6 hours for me last night, Punka slept 12hrs and now today they are both napping at the same time. A brief breath before the constant activity of the afternoon begins.