Weaning Day 2

This is my new flag. I really need one that says, "Welcome to the Funny Farm," but I loved the chickens!

Weaning is going... I can't say "well"... I guess it's just going. B.B. hasn't nursed in 38 hours (at the time I'm writing this). He's quit climbing up in my lap and pulling on my shirt. But he's also quit sleeping. That's not entirely true. It just feels like it.

Actually, I think he's doing pretty well. I, on the other hand, am not. Because we had to go cold turkey, I'm engorged. That means pain. Loads of pain. I feel like I have the flu, but I know I don't. It's that "achy all over" feeling that goes along with the flu. My neck hurts, my back hurts, my head hurts, and my jaw hurts from clenching it. I know most of the leg aches are from squatting in the hog shed yesterday. Ibuprofen and ice packs are making the day bearable...almost.

My kids on the other hand are making it tough. I think they have a built in radar. When they're infants it goes off just as mom sits down to a hot meal. When they're toddlers it goes off just as mom answers/ makes an important phone call. When they're preschoolers it goes off just as mom feels ill. The screaming,and fighting, and tormenting, and "can I paint?" and "can I have a Popsicle?" and "B.B. is tearing up my book!" all starts just as soon as I set down.

After two nights of wrestling a screaming toddler in bed, no sleep, and the feeling I had breast implants without the aid of anesthetic I've had enough! My mantra: It'll all be over soon. It'll all be over soon.

I did get 3 solid hours of sleep last night. That was a blessing. I'm praying he'll continue to sleep longer periods at a time. Until then, I guess we'll fight it out and listen to lots of classical music at 4 am. At least B.B. has mastered the art of sippy cups.