I really need to dig into this whole no yelling thing. But they don’t sleep. And then work is just a bear right now. And we have no nanny. And it just feels as if there have been, and will be coming up, a ton of solo parent days/nights.
But holy smokes that look in her eyes.
And all she asked that I do was not yell at her. To just speak kindly to her. About a cup of milk for God’s sake.
I’ve lost all patience for the world. All restraint to jump from zero to a thousand. But I won’t forget that look in her eyes. And hopefully it will slow me down. Hopefully it will stop me.
Because I don’t want to see it again.