Annoyed
48 hours you have fussed, grunted, wiggled, and resisted sleep. If I put you down, you wail, but when I hold you, you wiggle. When dad holds you, you also wail, so it’s been all Mom, all the time.
This afternoon, dad could tell by the look on my face that I needed a break from holding the wiggle monster, so I handed you over. In seconds, you were smiling and cooing.
Traitor.