Today

I had high hopes that in the few days my older three were at Grandma's that the little one would magically begin to do this more- he's cute when he sleeps isn't he?

Because I had high hopes of finally folding everything I washed in the past week (which is everything that is fabric and washable in our home - all towels, sheets, coats, hats, blankets, clothes, etc. because we WILL be free of the lice)

 I also had aspirations of a shower, teeth brushing and maybe even something other than surviving (maybe hang a picture on the wall, out for a cup of coffee, a walk in the neighborhood, anything that would help me remember I am doing something other than surviving)  BUT this guy had other plans - this is what he did - cry

Y'all I love my little ones but this one I can't figure out - YET.  He's not as bad as Lydia was but he's getting close.  He is sweet when he sleeps, he started to smile a little but boy, oh boy, can he scream.

So, one day, I'll do more than stare at the wall when I have a few minutes of silence, one day I'll get a shower and brush my teeth in the same day, one day I'll be able to move and accomplish other than surviving - but it's not today.