Day 34

I didn't sleep much last night. For some reason, there are nights when I just can't seem to find any comfortable position to lay, and if I manage to fall asleep, it's only for a few minutes at a time. Cale slept in a little bit this morning, and after we got up, I spent the morning laying on the couch unless he needed something. 

After that, we went to the commissary, he took a nap, we had dinner, talked to you... Pretty good day until he decided it would be fun to start picking at the dogs. I can't stand it when he does that. We were doing so well...

So after the 5,000th time of yelling at him to leave them alone, and the 50th timeout, we went to bed, where he proceeded to be a turd, except now he was being mean to me instead of the dogs. Yay. 

I hate when I feel like I'm being mean to him, but I can't let him get away with that crap. So right before he fell asleep, he said, in the sweetest little voice, "I sorry, Mommy. I wuv you. I not be mean to the doggies." (Which he will forget about by tomorrow, but whatever)

Now if that doesn't make someone feel like the meanest mom ever, I don't know what will. Sigh. I just told him that I love him more than anything and we would both try to do better tomorrow. I hate being mean mommy. Hate. It. 

So now he's asleep, cuddled up against me, and I'm about to join him. Wish you were here. Love you. 

Oh, and UK won. ;)

Night, baby. Muah.