A tough day

We had a tough day today. In fact it started yesterday, when Ollie's grandparents dropped him off. He was, apparently, a little angel with my folks. But as soon as he stepped in the house he's been really, really moody. Like swearing-like-a-sailor moody—only in baby-speak. Now he IS teething but, somehow I don't think that's it. I think maybe we've had a lot go on, Mick leaving, guests in the house, overnights without mommy... and my little boy was telling me all day he had HAD quite enough. Well baby, tomorrow we'll have a nice day together. Just you and mama.