and there you have it. medicine in the left hand. his chaser in the right. and still it took him over FORTY freaking minutes to drink that stuff. 40 minutes of that face, those tears, and those eyes. breaks my heart now...but then i was pissy. it's sad how irritated i get with things like that. i was already late for work, and i didn't have the patience to deal with him just not wanting to drink the stupid shit for that length of time. 10 minutes of crying i think is my max for this. it's not like the medicine is going away. no matter how much you cry, or for how long, you still have to drink it. logic- it's so wonderful as an adult. see, this is why i'm not built to be a stay at home mom. mad props to all of you who do it and don't kill your kids, or go insane. seriously. i don't have the patience for it and i just need to get away sometimes. and i don't think it makes me a bad mom either. i love and adore my son..... enough to know that staying home all day with him would not be a wise move for either of us. i'm trying to preserve what little sanity i have left. i mean, look at how mean i am- i photograph him crying hysterically for my own pleasure... and yours. "what are you doing?" "taking pictures for my blog." "but you don't need to take pictures of me crying!!!" "well yeah i do, otherwise i can't post them." "fine."