I really can handle it..

But I want to say I can't.

Baby boy is having such a hard time with congestion.  I feel worried laying him down at all, and if I do set him down he is soon fussing again.  I tried pumping and bottle feeding him today, hoping it would make things easier on him and give me an idea if he's getting enough.  It didn't really help much. 

I had to go to the dentist today.  Nathan gave  him a bottle while they cleaned my teeth.

I am so tired, and Dallin came home early, but with just enough time to grab my two oldest and head to an overnighter with the Scouts. 

Every time I put this boy down for a minute my lap is instantly taken over by Sarajoy and about 4 blankies. 

I want to say, "I can't handle this!  I need to not be touched for 5 minutes!"

I don't want her drinking out of my cup and sticking her grubby hands in for a piece of ice.  I don't want her leaning over my plate of long-waited for food to steal my next bite.  I don't want her feet rubbing my arm while I try to type and nurse at the same time.

But I really can handle it, and I should because she's potty training and probably feeling a little insecure about that besides being recently displaced by the baby. 

And I really haven't been able to snuggle her much at all since he was born.

Eventually I will be able to eat and sleep.

And I'll sleep easier knowing that I handled it.