It will run out and this too shall pass...eventually

Last night was a night that could be forgotten. Jayme barely napped yesterday which is a bit odd for her. She usually naps like a champ. Her napping totaled out at less than 2 hours. Not a happy total. She was cranky, I was cranky...and when mama ain't happy, nobody's happy.

During dinner she finally started to get sleepy. We gave her a bottle, massaged her, rocked her and put her to bed. After 2 and a half hours of her screaming, us comforting her, rocking her, and bouncing her...and after producing enough tears and sweat to fill the bath tub, she finally passed out. It was miserable for everyone, except Isaiah. He didn't have a nap either, so he went to bed early. Ah, to be so peaceful during a time of chaos.

When Jayme was at last tucked away in her crib, sleeping soundly like the princess we all know and love, Jon and I decided to make some 'adult' hot cocoa. And being the before bed snack eater that I've become, I decided to have strawberries and whipped topping.

As I read my beloved addiction of Better Home and Garden magazine, I apparently, single 'mouthedly' consumed the entire carton of strawberries...and the whole can of whipped cream. About the time the can started spraying madly in every direction due to it being mostly empty I discovered I had just eaten the last strawberry.

What am I getting at with my enormous description of strawberry eating? Well...the first thing I thought of (after the frustration that my snack was all gone) was that when your patience is just about to run out, the situation requiring you to use patience, usually ends.

When I was just at my ropes end, Jayme decided to bless us with silence and a full nights sleep...and just as my strawberries were gone via my ridiculous snacking, the whipped cream ran out.