102. Bitter tears

William got up at 8, with one night wake up. Diana got up both times, she's trying to breast feed him on her days off. Diana read the post about the tiff, and got upset. I wanted to read aloud the line, "I don't really think that." But she feels how she feels, talking usually does not help. I went off to my dharma group.

My dharma group lasted a long time and I got home late because i drove people home, because of all the flooding in the subway, and Diana was in a rush to go out to a concert. She was upset and yelled at me, when I was a short with her. After she left, I went out to get formula, we were all out. And when I got back, William cried and cried. His horrible crying jag, where he is inconsolable. I hate these crying fits, and this one lasted for 30 minutes. He finally fell out, and I watched Matchstick Men. An OK movie. He's still sleeping. He woke up once, and fed, with his eyes closed. I guess he's tired. I put him down twice, and he woke up immediately, so I held him for a long time. I put him down and he slept, but he woke up a little, and I held him again. There's nothing so wonderful as holding a sleeping William. He's so cute. I love my boy, and Diana, even if I do piss her off sometimes. I don't like to.