Crying

Oh don't worry, it's not me crying. However, that might do some good. I just wanted to take a moment to express that I TRULY believe that loud crying, in large amounts, over a long period time is more physically and mentally exhausting than running a marathon. Now mind you, I have never run a marathon (my sister is next weekend!) but I am confident that it is like sipping tea in comparison to this dreadful crying I speak of.
My son Noah, who is a jewel much of the time is seriously world champion of crying. He can outcry anyone......just try him. If you need a reminder he is 3. Yes, 3. In other words, WAY TOO OLD to be doing this crap. When others have witnessed this crying that I speak of, they are usually quite astonished and baffled that he does it so......loudly and unceasingly. I took a moment tonight to describe to my friend Tracey in detail just how plaguing this current phase is and it made me realize that it has affected every inch of me. I'm done. I'm exhausted. I am out of patience, mercy, gentleness, self control.......uh oh, I'm not doing too well am I? It is a sad truth that Noah found a button on me that he didn't merely push, he banged it until it was broken and crushed into itty bitty pieces. Nothing can snap Noah out of it when he's on one of these kicks. It just has to go onnnnnnnnnnnnnn and onnnnnnnnnn and onnnnnnnn until finally some psycho switch in him flips and he decides to stop. That is the worst part. Nothing we do can stop the madness. And this morning, at 6:45am, Brian and I got to wake up to one of his rampages. It was probably the worst wake up call we've had in a while.
So there it is, I have no advice, I'm not even asking for advice necessarily. I just have come unravelled due to this crying and I hope and pray it stops soon. Because I know many of you out there are just dying to tell me these words, "This too shall pass". And yes, people, I know it will. But the passing of it could not come soon enough.