last night i felt really ill, and carter did NOT want to go to bed.
i was getting more pissed at him than i have ever been.
i got up and walked in the bathroom just to take a few deep breathes, and i hear,
"mommy, help me"
i look out and see him face down on the floor and feet up on the bed.
i knew he was just playing me and he wasn't really stuck so i ignored him.
"mommy, help. help..."
i have to say, he did not sound very convincing, but he sure as shit made me laugh.
and some how charmed his way into a snuggle.