Tired of your crying

Sorry there's no big post today. Instead I spent an hour and a half this evening trying to help Isaac fall asleep.

After the first hour, I gave up and brought him into the laundry room with me while I finished up the laundry that had been waiting for me. It was about 9:30 p.m. He was happier in there, but he still sounded a little uncertain when he said, "Mama is tired of your crying."

Busted! I must have said that myself when I got him out of bed. Hoping to mitigate the hurtful aspects of my comment, I said, "Yes, I was tired of it. But weren't you tired of crying, too?"

He thought about it, and then agreed.

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Also, Mom, sorry I didn't call you tonight. I know it's your birthday! I had plans to call after Isaac was asleep. That didn't work out very well.