Oscar is wailing in his crib for about the eleventh day in a row. Between sobs (the kind where they gasp and it makes you feel really terrible), he is yelling "All done! All done, muuummy!" But he is not done. He has only been in his crib for 20 minutes, and I have a feeling we've just begun. I already feel crummy. Maybe the joke is on me. Maybe he is all done with naps, in which case I'll probably feel even more crummy.
This drawing was shared with me yesterday. I would rather look like a sunshine than a black hole, so I am trying to look on the bright side.