All aboard the struggle bus

Oh my goodness. We’ve always had a rather relaxed schedule for babe. Loosely following the 2-3-4 for naps. But! ever since the stupid time change the whole day every day has been a disaster. He’s fighting naps and fighting bedtime. Won’t settle to breastfeed, won’t eat his purées. All he wants is yogis and the jumparoo. Yesterday was especially awful, I felt like crap all day, probably from exhaustion. Babe fell asleep at 7pm got up at 10pm and fussed until 12. All I wanted to do was get a decent sleep but nope. He laid in bed with me and clawed my face with his razor nails all night long. I swear I cut them 2-3 times a week and they are always so sharp. Ugh, like sleeping next to a rabid raccoon. Now I’m doubly exhausted with a big old headache and wrestling whiny butt down for a nap. Maybe hopefully.