Deep breath... deep breath...

For the last couple of days Oliver has been impossible.

I know he's sick.

I know he's teething.

I know he has a horrible sore on his finger because he's chewed it so much.

I also know he's not sleeping, so we're not sleeping. He's whining and crying constantly. He doesn't know what he wants (because what he wants is to feel better and some sleep). So he just asks for things and then shoves them away and cries some more.

It is incredibly frustrating. If I could make him feel better I would absolutely do it. If I could do whatever he wanted to make him happy? I would do it.

But I can't do anything but take deep breaths and hope this passes soon. Try to have patience. Try to be the good mama I want to be.

Also, he now says red, all done (while signing it), and light.