Thursday
I’m standing there, already 3 hours into my day and yet it is only 8:30am, wondering how I will make it through to 6:00pm when Hubby gets home. Robby’s sleep has plummeted for the past 3 days, leaving me exhausted and crabby. I don’t have any plans for us today and it is cold outside. It’s looking like a very long 8 hours and I just don’t know how we will all make it through this day, trapped inside and bored but without the energy to head out. As I take my first sip of coffee, I notice that the fussy noises Robby has been making for several minutes have stopped. I peak out to see what has caused him to quiet.
Robby is gazing at Sam, adoringly. Sam has brought Robby his winter hat and laid it next to him in his bouncy seat and is now leaning over Robby, playing with his cheeks and giving him kisses. Robby coos and Sam smiles. He is not doing this to get positive attention from me; it is not for show. He doesn’t even know I’m watching. They both smile at each other.
I should probably add that yesterday Sam screamed that he wanted Robby to “go back to work!”







