This was probably the grumpiest I've ever been with my child or even in my life, i'm not sure... but I stayed up with her so that Hugh could sleep, and tried surviving but was definitely lacking many needful 'mom qualities'!
I felt like every few seconds I was snapping at her - don't touch my face! -stop whining, do you need to go back to bed?! - quiet! if you wake up daddy and the baby you are going to be in trouble!
I'm ashamed to say that I pushed it too far, but this child brought me to repent when she bowed her head and starting praying "Heavenly Father , *sigh*, thank you for this day, and thank you for it, help me be good and happy, name of Jesus Jesus Christ, amen"
What can a Mom do after that? I felt awful, but grateful for the sweet spirit Heavenly Father sent to me, to help me, to teach me!
