Tear Jerk

Sometimes my baby cries a lot. And sometimes I’m a jerk about it. I try to be calm, caring, and compassionate in these moments (or days) of distress, but many times I end up annoyed and exhausted. Today I might be feeling that way except for the fact that it is raining, my house is very quiet (a big treat for us since we are currently in the middle of a kitchen renovation), and my bed sheets are freshly cleaned. All of these elements working in harmony mean that even though Drew is having a rough day, I can sit in my bed, listen to his snores, and return to the world of blogging.