It's been a very tough week this past week. The progress we seemed to have made turned out not to be progress at all: she's now as bad in her pushchair and the car as she always was. And her sleep is back to being very erratic too.
She's very demanding and very difficult to manage. She's also very noisy and nothing seems to please or placate her. We can't go out with her and she doesn't sleep when we stay in. So there's hardly a break from her, hardly a break from it.
Unsurprisingly, Shannon and I have been quite down recently. I know that it often appears that we're coping very well and making the best of it, but I think we're reaching the end of that. It's just getting to be too much.
It really is quite miserable.