This too shall pass

Weekday nights are a bit of struggle right now. I get home around 5 or so and if I am lucky, C has fallen asleep on the ride home. I let B watch a show while I run around like crazy to get the bottles washed, re-filled for the next day, mail put away, changed out of work clothes, load of laundry started, dishwasher emptied, dinner started. Typically about halfway through this fire drill C wakes up and starts screaming his head off.

It seems as though since I've gone back to work C has decided the time that he is with me I have to be the baby taxi. Put him in his exersaucer. He screams. Put him on his playmat. He screams. Carried around by mommy? Happy as a lark. We have reached that conundrum where he wants to move on his own, but he won't get a chance to work on it if he never lets me put him down. And I've tried the trick of putting him down and letting him fuss. Yeah. . doesn't work. He'll scream his head off until I pick him up again.

Adding to my frustration is that my DH has been working late for a few weeks now. He strolls in about 6:30/6:45 as I am struggling to get B to eat, C to eat his cereal, dishes put away and the boys bathed and in bed so I can enjoy an hour of adult time before I pass out from exhaustion.

I know that one day this will be far behind us. But right now, I'm just tired. . .