We've had a rough week around the Hsieh home. First Ian had a 102+ fever for four straight days. Which meant he didn't sleep at night. Which means I didn't sleep at night. Then I discovered he has his first four molars coming in. He's also been stuffed up for over a week and can't suck his thumb, which makes him inconsolable. He's hardly eaten or drank anything and barely has more than one wet diaper a day. This is the face I've been looking at since Wednesday and feel like I'm at the end of me. 
I want to be patient and sympathetic, I really do. I mean look at him! Have you ever seen a sadder face? At one point he had a snot bubble that almost consumed his entire head. I feel like a terrible mother for feeling this way. But after holding him all day, including meals, resulting in a combination of snot and yogurt in my hair and all over my clothes, I just don't have the energy. I honestly think I only showered once this week because even attempting to get clean seemed pointless. I can't tell you how many times I've held him in my arms and prayed that God would heal him and help me to realize that Ian's not doing this intentionally to make me a crazy person. I already can't form a coherant thought so you can imagine what miserable days and two hours less sleep a night does to me. Let's just hope things turn around soon or I'm going to have to change the name of my blog to zombie mama, or, "you know, that crazy lady with the two kids", or Portly in Portland (and instead of pictures of my children I'll have pictures of that days pan of brownie's I consumed...)
Maybe I'll put it up for a vote.
You are hilarious even when you are delirious.
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