Worst. Day. Ever?

This sweet, 4month old boy I have gave us a run for our money today. It may have been the worst day since he was born. At least that’s how it feels now.

[We have had many great days. Although those don’t usually spur me to write about them — I’m too busy enjoying myself. And I like to vent though writing.]

The crying. Oh, the crying. And his not sleeping. and the pain, possibly from a plugged duct. It was enough to make me cry.

Was he in pain? Not getting enough food? Struggling after Friday’s vaccinations? I’ll never know.

Everyone’s smiles were hiding. But tomorrow is another day. I strive to be optimistic and think positive thoughts as I lay down to sleep. Saturday was wonderful. Monday can be, too. Tomorrow is another day. Up and down.