You know life is hard. And I know for sure it certainly is hard.
My little guy stopped sleeping through the night, and in his own bed. I know I am to blame but man this Mom stuff is impossible.
Yesterday I get a text from my Ex that our little man said he had to poop and they put him on the potty and TADA he did it.
I didn’t crack a smile. I didn’t get excited. I cried.
I missed it!
I spent so much time working on this with him and now… I miss it.
And I couldn’t muster the energy to be happy because it stung.
Someone tell me this all gets easier? I hate sharing my sweet boy. I hate missing this stuff even more.