Today, C is only happy while being held in a standing-up position.  You’d think he’d be happy standing in his exersaucer.  Nope.  You’d think he’d be happy playing in his gym (his absolute favorite toy).  Nope.  Is he hungry?  No, recently ate.  Does he need a diaper change?  No, recently pooped.  Is he tired?  No, he just took a two hour nap while being held because he would NOT stop crying in his pack n play.

Meanwhile, I’m trying to take care of the overflowing basket of dirty laundry, the ominous stack of dirty pots and pans, and the fact that I must get some work done today.

Every time I tried to put C down so that I could get something – anything! – done, he started to cry.  Ya can’t even reason with this kid! :-p  So then I started crying.

There we sat, looking at each other in despair, tears rolling down our cheeks.  That’s when I knew I had to text Hubster with a plea for help.

Thankfully, C is now running errands with Hubster.  I need to pop some ibuprofen, turn on some trashy television, put my feet up, get some work done on my laptop and eat a few Oreos with absolutely no regard to how it’s messing with my Weight Watchers points.