It was 11:36 when I finally grabbed my cup of oatmeal out of the microwave in the breakroom. What does this mean for lunch?
Bug cried out several times last night, which is unusual for her. The first time, a calming hand on her back and restarting her lullably music was all it took; I'm not even sure she was actually awake. Several hours later, however, she was not as easily settled. Bug, her wooby, and I rocked for a few minutes in the chair in her room until her breathing slowed again. I can't imagine my baby being scared in her sleep. Was she having bad dreams?
I think autumn would be my favorite season if it wasn't imminently followed by winter. Can I learn to forget the coming snow to appreciate the changing leaves?
Be patient, I heard. Be patient. What sort of time frame does that imply? Is it counter-productive to even ask?