We had a rough night last night with Preston crying and us unable to calm him. This is a very rare thing and if not for Noah’s help, I would have gone completely insane. Today he slept a lot, which was great, because I had no energy to do anything other than hold him for his naps.
This evening was filled with yelling and tantrums and “NO!”s and time-outs, all courtesy of one Liliana Flynn. She is the funniest, sweetest, most difficult child I have ever had contact with. She will always say good morning to you, tell you she missed you when you’ve been gone, ask you about your day and listen intently to your answer, and five minutes later she’ll be a cross between Calvin (from Calvin and Hobbes) and Dennis the Menace, but in female version.
After we picked Noah up from work, he could tell I was a little wound up. He sent me for some alone time in the bedroom with season twelve of ER and pita chips and salsa. I came out three hours later, after putting Preston to sleep and after he’d put the girls to bed, and we watched a couple premieres – New Girl and Unforgettable. They were … okay. It was a good evening, though, during which there was the inevitable time when Noah and I were on opposite ends of the couch on our phones. What? There were Scrabble games to play (me) and voice texts to send (Noah to Eric). A perfectly relaxing end to the day.