Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Oh, my goodness!  I had nine and a half babysitting hours Tuesday and yesterday, the little bundle was fussy, culminating with 45 minutes of non-stop fuss.  Now, 45 minutes may not seem like a long time, but trust me, you just don't remember when your kids were little.  I walked him, I bounced him, I tried to get him to take a bottle, I tried to rock him, we sat on the front steps, I showed him every book and toy.  He was having none of it.  When daddy got home, he smiled at me from the security of his arms as if to say:  see, I just wanted mommy or daddy, and not YOU.  I was not hurt, I was delighted.  It meant there was not anything critical wrong, he was just DONE.  Well, I was DONE too.  I watched 3 Castle episodes with my husband, took a shower and went to bed at 9.  Okay, before last weekend it would have been 10, to give myself credit, but still.  I need to train with the Marines for this gig!