Christ. My son has a cough, and he crawled up into our bed last night. Spent hours coughing directly into my ear, slapping me with flailing hands, and crying for milk (which he then rejected after it was offered).

I am in an absolute haze this morning.

[–] binarytobis@lemmy.world 9 points 5 days ago

That’s rough, buddy.

[–] NottaLottaOcelot@lemmy.ca 3 points 4 days ago

It gets better. The early years are so exhausting that it’s hard to function. It so often feels like you’re talking to a wall and repeating yourself every day. And then little by little, they start to parrot your saying and mannerisms (which is frankly, hilarious). Be kind to yourself while you’re in the trenches, it will get better and every year will be easier than the one before