Birthday Woes

So...it's my birthday today. I'm now the ripe old age of 26. Not only do I feel like I'm getting a little old (it just occurred to me I'm now closer to 50 than I am to being an infant), I had a miserable time last night with Avery.

I have no idea what was wrong with him, but at about 8:30 I tried to put him to bed. He sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed. I'm usually fairly good at leaving him in there to settle down and get himself to sleep on his own, but last night it went on for way too long. So I caved, went in and got him, and got him settled down again. After a bit, I returned him to his crib and crossed my fingers. No such luck. Another fit of uncontrollable crying. After three attempts at this, I gave up, laid on the couch with him sprawled out on my chest, and we both dozed.

Finally at 11:30 I was able to put him in his crib.

So - it's my birthday. I got a terrible night's rest last night, AND my husband didn't feel it necessary to clean up after his cooking adventure for dinner last evening, so now I get to clean up after him too.

Oh, what a joy.

I suppose it really is just another day...