Someone remind me that this phase doesn’t last forever. I don’t remember three being this hard with Ian. Ollie is nothing but a smaller version Taz from the Looney Tunes some days. He is going a million miles an hour from the moment he wakes to the moment he passes out. He used to go to sleep so easily, most nights he is screaming until he passes out. The Other night he wanted in mine and Casey’s bed (something that doesn’t happen unless your sick) so badly that he cried in the hall way outside our door (which was open) until he passed out. I am at a loss, somedays are great but oh man the majority, I feel like I am drowning. How do I handle this with out losing my mind?
Awkward; it’s me. Aries, INFP, Type 7, Ravenclaw, Whovian. She/Her. For more about me.