Every goddamn fucking Friday my husband has this horrible long 14 hour shift.
We have a velcro baby. He's pretty advanced and wants to do everything he's not physically capable of doing yet, and when he gets frustrated he fights sleep or screams if I attempt to put him down... so we have to play the roulette game of "what do I want/what will make me stop screaming for 5 minutes." Usually he wants to be held all the time, and all of 5 baby carriers I bought do not work for him. He hates it, and so does my back.
I can't eat or drink when I have him with me. He knocks food out of my hands, so I have to literally grab something and inhale it. If I put him down in his walker or the floor he