Fussy Friday
Though I would love to sleep right now, and I did try, I can’t because my nerves are on edge. I feel tense and nervous. I sit here expecting Ezra’s screams to call me to attention even though I know he is upstairs sleeping…For now.
…It’s been another fun Friday of fussy Ezra having some sort of extended crying session to welcome the weekend and remind both -v- and I what we will be focused upon this weekend. There is nothing wrong with Ezra, but a baby being a cranky baby only able to communicate some unknown discomfort by screaming at the top of his lungs giving a great impression of a pissed off primate screaming from the trees. But instead of being in the trees, he’s right by my ears while I walk around the house saying, „Ezra. It’s okay, Ezra. It’s okay, Ezra. Ezra. It’s okay, Ezra.” And though the cries only lasted a total of a half hour over a couple of hours span of time, the volume and pitch of Ezra’s cries makes seconds seem like minutes and minutes seem like hours. He’s his own time machine. Unfortunately, he can only slow time down when he is crying and speed time up when he is sleeping.