Wait, did I say I was looking forward to this weekend to get some rest and play time with Baxter? What was I smoking?! He has been a BEAST this weekend. Cranky. Tired. Nasty, even. Testing the limits at every turn. Turning a deaf ear on nearly all requests. Oh, sure, he's fine when we're out playing with a friend and things are going his way, but the moment the tide turns and he is asked to fulfill a less-than-exciting request: Watch Out!! The Beast Returns.

At the same time, he's clingy and wants me, me, me all the time. When I went out to the gym yesterday - timed, mind you, to coincide with his nap so I wouldn't miss any of this SUPER-FUN time with him - he cried and cried, "But I will MISS you, Mommy! Don't go! Don't go!" and later that evening when Matt and I went out for our first date alone in over a month (yikes!) he got very sad again and begged me to stay home (although it didn't last long, what with one of his favorite babysitters being here). I sort of thought that a couple of forays out of the house, when he would be sleeping anyway, were permissible. Apparently not. This is not to say that I stayed home, or even delayed my departure longer than the time it took to give him an extra kiss and hug, but it did make things more unpleasant.

But really, the clinginess is understandable with the enormity of the change that's been going on. I know the testiness is understandable too, but it's much, much, MUCH harder to take, and it doesn't make me want to spend much time with him...not at all what I expected this weekend to be like. I should add that, after a long afternoon nap today, he woke up more himself again. The sun came out - I took the boys to the playground for a short while before dinner and it was just lovely. So, I have hope for tomorrow - which is a good thing, because I don't know if I can take another day of this!