The pacifier has been chopped. And so had all happiness and contentment. :-/
It's almost like I'm trying to run an addiction recovery program.
Things aren't going so well.
All jokes aside, this past week has been very challenging. I swear Everett is the whiniest kid in the entire world and nothing makes him happy. He is so hard to please. I love his guts so much and that's why these stages/extreme mood swings he's going through make life so tough right now. I know that every kid is different but I just feel like I deserve a little more happiness and love from that little boy. It seriously makes me so sad. My fingers are still crossed that this means he'll be the best teenager ever.