It started off as a great evening. We were lying on the floor, Jenn was getting ready to get some practice time in for her belly dance. Then Jack started screaming. So I fed him. And he kept screaming. Then I burped him, and he kept screaming. He managed to scream while he was throwing up on me, and then keep screaming while I tried to clean us up. He took a break for a couple of minutes, caught his breath and while I was getting his bath-tub ready, he peed all over me.
Yeah, I'm a twelve year old sometimes.
I tried apologizing, but just ended up feeling worse. I gave him his bath, tried to feed him some more and then gave up. I had to hand off a screaming baby, something I hate doing, to my wife who had only just stepped out of the shower. He's still screaming. I feel about three inches tall and I can't find my phone so that I can talk to someone about it.
Grand Theft Auto cake, here I come.