Mr & Mrs Smith

There was a time when Dallin was sleeping better (maybe only waking up once or so) and we weren't being disturbed by Lexi at night either and during the day Lexi was being so much nicer to Dallin and being a big helper and LISTENING. It lasted for a couple of days. I was in the clouds. It's funny how you think "maybe I got this" and then your children slap you in the face. Turns out, I'm still impatient and have a temper. All it takes is for Lexi to ruin another chapstick of mine after I have told her 100 billion times not to touch MY diaper bag or MY bedside table. Sometimes I can let things go, but wastefulness... it slays me. There was also that time when I told her not to press any other buttons on the Kindle (before I knew about parental controls) and she bought $22 worth of Sid the Science Kid or she almost did . I freaked out before I knew the facts. I ran in and took it away (they sent me an email) so SHE FREAKED and boy were we a hot mess. I had ...

I know, I know he's a keeper. I'm like a week late on his 15 month update, but life is attacking me. Yet I hear about Sharon & baby Cora who broke her femur, and Sharon still manages a major trip with the other three girls or I hear about this lady I visit teach who had a miscarriage at 14 weeks and then was in a motorcycle accident with her husband a couple weeks later and I'm like, okay... how am I even saying life is attacking me. Nothing traumatic has happened; I (relatively) create my own schedule, so why do I feel crazy 99% of the time!? But alas, I'm just weak I guess. And still incredibly exhausted and now sick. There was a ray of sunshine, a glimmer of hope, light at the end of the tunnel a week or so ago, but it has faded. There was one morning we woke up and he truly slept through the night, which for us was counting from 10-7 I think. Then it was Mr Smith getting up the first time, then me the 2nd, but for the most part he was going back to...