Being a Mom is freaking hard sometimes. Okay, all the time. Ever since I left on a work trip a few months ago, Wyatt has been Clingy McClingster 5000. I'm not going to lie, this is really really annoying for me. He's always been very attached to me, but now it's in hyperdrive. It's almost like he has anxiety over it. We encourage him to go to his Dad for things, and Josh has been trying really hard to help out, but Wyatt throws an epic tantrum if anyone else but me doesn't help/console/hold him/whatever.
And since we've moved to California? Holy craaaaaaaaaap. And I know it's because he's around all totally new people and his surroundings are totally different. I get that. But I need a break. Like, a legit break. Bedtime is the worst. The above picture is how he sleeps all night. Yes, that makes a cute picture, but when it's 4:30 am and you're not sure if you even fell asleep yet, it sucks. I'm not a huge fan of co-sleeping (only because I don't get good sleep), but it's what we have to do until we get our own place.
I'm trying to remember that this is all so temporary, I know that.