Clark was up all night long. I’m exhausted. Something’s wrong with him, and I’m not sure what it is. He’s woken up a few nights like this, when he’s writhing and screaming. It seems like his stomach hurts or something. Like there’s too much air in his little body, but I really don’t know. He arches his back, then curls into a ball. And screams. When I try to hold him, he pushes off, walks up my torso, and rocks from side to side. If I put him down, it gets worse.

The other times he’s done this, I’ve had to be up with him for 20-30 minutes while he cries and writhes, then he goes back to sleep and I can put him back in the crib. Last night, he woke up at 11:30. I’d been asleep for 20 minutes. He did get some sleep, but I couldn’t set him down, and he’d wake up every 40 minutes or so to cry and writhe some more. So I sat in a chair most of the night, holding him and getting little, fitful catnaps for 40 minutes at a time, until 6:00 this morning, when I got to sleep for 2 hours.

Now he’s completely fine and happy. He never has this problem during the day, or nap time, just at night, and it’s picking up in frequency. And I want to die.

Abigail is home with a fever yesterday and today. And I have some heart shaped pancakes to make for Liv’s class party.

Nate is on two deadlines this week. We were going to go out for lunch today, it’s been planned for weeks, but now I’m too tired to be coherent (not an exaggeration), Abby’s home sick, and one of Nate’s friends that recently bought out a printing business has had the worst run of luck getting it off the ground, and called this morning asking (again) if he could come in and bail him out. My house is completely trashed from spending all of yesterday on this big dinner I was in charge of last night. It’s going to take some serious effort to clear space to make heart shaped pancakes.

I’m just laughing. (Inwardly. I don’t have the energy to physically perform the function).

I don’t mind Nate helping out his friend. I’m glad he’s able to do it, and the two of them have a history of swapping favors. So it’s ok. Abby is significantly better today than she was yesterday, which is a pleasant surprise. I thought she had the flu.

It’s all ok, but good grief! What a Valentine’s Day.