It has been a strange morning, bouncing back and forth between gratitude and desperation and love and annoyance and remembering and forgetting and and and. . .
It didn't help that all of that bouncing, (and all of this typing, for that matter) has been done one handed as little Jack is a bit clingy today. He is teething, and is deeply offended when I make any move that he perceives to be an attempt to put him down/ be productive.