I've noticed that the disheveled look of my house seems to be in direct correlation to what kind of day I've had. Both last Thursday and Friday the house looked like a band of gypsies had set up camp in it. By now Alex has come down with Ed's cold and he is stuffy, miserable and whiney. He doesn't take a very good nap these couple of days, and when I do lay him down he fusses so much that he wakes Calista up. Needless to say mommy is stressed out! And all you mothers out there know exactly what I'm talking about right now. You're just at a loss for what else to do for the child, nothing seems to calm them and you have to really try to stay with it mentally so you don't blindly shake the baby. And once you take a step back from being in this state you feel like a terrible mother.
Both of these days I ended it in tears and by Friday I think Ed saw that I was getting warn down. We discussed at dinner that priority number one was to find a baby sitter.