Nothing But a Crying Baby

The title says it all.

Today, if I picked Brandon up, he was fine. If I put him down, cause I want to eat, cause I want to pee, if I want to change his bumn, he cried. And cried like I was causing him pain. He has not slept since around 1pm. If he fell asleep and I tried to move him to his crib, he woke up. And cried.

I love my son but...FUCK! I am at the swearing point. I know he is only cranky cause he is tired, but FUCK!

He is crying even now. I have given him boob. Plenty. I have even supplemented him with solids. Nothing is enough.

Daddy is dealing wtih him. Thank Fucking God! I just don't know how I would cope if I was a single mom. Kudos goes to them.

If I was not the best person to talk to today, I am sorry. Listening to Brandon cry all day was not fun and made me not sympathetic to anyone else's woes. Again, sorry.

I am listening to Chantal Kreviazuk's new album. Finally. I haven't had an oportunity to do so, since I picked it up. It's nice. Too many slow tracks. Will have to give it a few listens before I really can give a verdict.

Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Cross your fingers. And your toes.