I listen to Joseph whine literally All. Day. Long. Until I am about ready to rip off my ears.
Brian comes home, and graciously offers to give me the night off, while he deals with Joseph.
(I think he feared for his son’s life. Or at least the prospect of any future children. It isn’t looking good for a #2 this week.)
I take off in a sweat of relief, and find a quiet place in town to read and regroup.
After only about an hour and a half,
I start missing Joseph.
And I need to come home.
I walk in the door, he runs into my arms, and the whole whiny, exhausting, frustrating day is instantly forgiven and forgotten.
I just want to spend the whole night holding my sweet baby and sniffing his shampoo-y hair.
I guess that’s motherhood for you.