Pierce has been increasingly fussy for weeks now. The swing is his happy place, if he isn’t eating. I cut out onions. No improvement. Garlic. Nothing. Then, my sister suggested it was the coffee I’m drinking that’s been bothering him.
Please, oh please, don’t mess with my coffee.
For three days now, I’ve left the coffee alone. The headache – oh, the headache. And I took a nap for the first time since Pierce was born. The kids would tell you how pleasant – or not – that I’ve been.
But Pierce just hung out last night, slept in my arms all evening. No crying. No fussing.
I’m not sure I like my sister very much right now. Shoot the messenger.