My head is pounding.
I think my 3am threats to Carson that I was going to call Super Nanny is what brought it on. And also the fact that I have been home with him for the past 3 days with Jason out of town. It's been non-stop togetherness. The boy has been sick and has stayed home from school due to pink eye.
I have more of an abundance of love, patience, and compassion for him during the day, but when I am asleep and get awakened, I turn into devil mom. It reminds me of the Spongebob episode where Sandy the squirrel is hibernating during winter and Spongebob and Patrick come in and wake her up. The scene is not pretty. Sandy turns into an evil possessed squirrel and starts throwing stuff around. That was me last night, except the things being thrown around were obscenities. Yeah, I'm not proud to admit it, but in that moment of just wanting us both to get a good night's sleep I let my emotions get the best of me.
It's now a quarter to ten and Carson is still sleeping - thank goodness. I wish I could say the same. I was awakened to the sound of Luke feeding cereal to the dog at 6:45 am.
Time to start another pot of coffee.