Last night, Charlie decided he was going to have a foul mood. There's no particular reason I can ascribe to it. He wasn't feeling sick. He didn't eat too much or too little. He wasn't punished. He didn't have any rough encounters with the baby with one eyebrow (Simpsons joke). He just felt like being contrary to life in an effort to avoid sleep. Worse, he carried this with him into his slumbers, so he literally dreamed all night about being upset, which woke him up. I'm glad he's in touch with all of his feelings. I'd just prefer this set of negative ones to be contacted during the day.
zzzzzzzzz
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment