or: "I love my son, but..."
Rough night. Ardel and I were at our wits end trying to figure out why Mace seemed so uncomfortable and how we can possibly get some sleep tonight. Frustration led to anger then guilt. I finally took the babe for an hourlong drive.
I'm sitting here trying to figure out how I can get him out of his car seat without waking him up. I can't just leave him in there, can I?
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