I’m just about to take a shower when I hear Mister. It’s 10 pm. He went to bed at 8:30, so there’s no reason for him to be awake. But he is. Awake that is. And screaming his lungs out.
I hear Husband go in to get him so I wait. The screaming doesn’t stop. Deciding the shower will have to wait, I go to get him.
Nothing we do helps to stop his screams. Not rocking or singing or water or food. Nothing. He screams from 10 until almost midnight when he gives in and finally goes back to sleep. But not for long. He’s up again at 3:30. And 4:30.
So when Mister wishes me a “Happy Mudder” in the morning, I’m less than happy. Oh well. He sure does provide me with lots of other reasons to be happy. Even if they aren’t on this Mother’s Day.
Happy Mudder’s Day to all of the other mothers out there.
What makes you a happy writer?