I've had a lousy day. I try to keep from using my blog as a daily log, but it sucked. I had a sore throat creeping up on me last night (during the new years festivities), and when I woke this morning it was far worse, and brought friends. Headache, nausea, vomiting, dizziness, earache... you get the idea. I wanted to die. It was also at 3AM. Inconsolable toddler.
Here's the situation: staying with my sister we only have one room. One for the wife and I plus two kids. When our oldest wakes in the middle of the night, we normally wait him out and he goes back to sleep. Here, he can see us. He screams until someone picks him up. Feeling the way I did put me on the bottom of the list to take care of the screamer. But the wife was taking care of our other one, throwing me right back on top of the list.
Something something wanted to die something something...
Most New Years days, I look back on how the previous year sucked. It's easy to pick out the bad moments, they're not exactly in short supply. But this year when I was trying to do that, I kept thinking about the new baby we had almost 2 months ago. That kid happened entirely in 2010, and as often as he screams and inspires a jealous rage from his brother, I just can't call the year bad. I say this the same day as the 3AM visit to the 'screamatorium and vomit expo'.
I remember being single living with my parents when my brother moved back in with his new baby, how impatient I was whenever she would cry for any (even legit) reason. Now when someone elses kid is screaming I look at their parents with sympathy.
What kind of monster have I become?
