Edith
I'm so tired. My eyes felt heavy, as if they were weighed down with ironclad. The last few days have been utter hell, but this morning has been the worst of it, I felt likeI had been hit by a bus... Damn flu season.
Mason screamed loudly, his pudgy hands slapping against the highchair, without words demanding his food.
"Yes Mason, the food is coming, I promise!" I continued feeding Mason, trying to shake the fatigue with coffee, but the caffeine was helping, much to my dismay.
Thankfully Mason finishes his oatmeal and pears quickly, grunting impatiently has he gobbling down the last mouthful, what a chunk. I warm him up a bottle ad he yells eagerly and smacks at the high chair.
After cleaning him up, I swear more oatmeal made it onto him than in him, I lay him in my arms as we
