Moaning Moaning Moaning

Ug. Everyone in our family has this wretched cold right now.  It’s making for grumpy Gibsons.  Max just woke up from a nap and cried for half an hour relentlessly; wouldn’t take any kind of soothing I offered and the only thing that distracted him for a few moments was a noisy train toy, which eventually set him off wailing even harder when it hit a wall.   I just put him back in bed and he went back to sleep… and I’m just a wee bit shattered right now. Nothing like a sick child to make you start praying for the good old days of robust baby beating his chest like male silverback gorilla. ANYTHING BUT THE MOANING PLEASE.  Someone recently said to me that it’s these days that make the rest of the crazy endurance marathon of parenting seem like a breeze. Perspective again, good ol’ perspective.  Makes me grateful.  Grateful that he only has a cold and I otherwise have a fantastically healthy family.  OH SHIT.  He’s back screaming again.  Will he drop off again?  Pitiful wailing, really pitiful. Oh please please please please.  Well, that pretty much sums up why I’m been MIA from my dearest blog, dear interneters; no i have not forsaken you… i’m just doin’ a jesus again, decided to visit good old hell in a sinus headache. I’ll be back later to wash your sins with my blood and then you can eat me. I heart you.