After the last hour and a half, I feel like I need applause.
I’m working with my Wee One and her sleep (but she’s also in a sleep regression, I think, so maybe I shouldn’t be doing anything with it right now?) She screamed for longer than I liked, and I reassured her here and there, then I just realized: she’s not calming down, she’s not sleeping: this is not working.
I have no idea what I’m doing.
So, I look around my living room: no applause? Oh well. I’ll settle for wine and a chocolate chip cookie.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Secret Admirers.”