warning, mushy post

so, my dear boy has been a bit difficult the past few days. He just, every now and then throughout the day, generally when he's tired, will go from happy-giggling baby to screaming- as-if-we're-pulling-his-arms-off baby. This is a bit hard to deal with, since there is no apparent cause for his distress. He's not hungry, dirty, wet, or in pain as far as I can tell. He's not teething, and if one more person suggests that to me, I'm going to slap them. Either that or this is the longest, strangest, randomest teething session ever. Anyway, that coupled with the still not sleeping through the night thing, which has also been worse the past few days, and I'm feeling pretty sorry for myself. I know it can be worse, obviously, but it can also be better. I think that the moving / house stress is probably not helping either. Anyway, I'm watching Today, because it's the only thing on at 8am worth watching. There is a story on about this woman, a photographer. A few years ago, her sister gave birth to a baby, and was told that the baby was not going to survive more than a few days. This woman offered to do anything she could to help her sister out, and was asked to come and take photographs of her tiny neice so that they could always remember her clearly. She did, and although she admits it was the hardest day of her life, the fact that it helped her family so much led her to a career of sorts, taking pictures of babies and small children who are not expected to live very long. So, I'm sitting in the chair with my cranky boy, who has calmed down some and is eating and dosing off, and I'm watching all these poor parents with their poor, sick children, smiling and laughing in the pictures, or pictures of their babies who have died, and I'm just weeping.

Sometimes you just don't even come close to realising how good you have it.