Constants

Henry is two. He has had an ear infection for a minimum of three weeks. He is in pain and he's toast.

Despite constant dosing of pain medication (for Henry), the half-hour tantrums continued. As did the constant crying. The only thing that provided him any solace was a constant, streaming supply of milk and the movie Cars. (Thank you Lightning McQueen and Disney/Pixar. Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you.)

I was calm and patient and nuturing. ALL DAY LONG.

It took:
Constant deep breaths, constant raw cookie dough (at least a dozen cookies worth), and a hefty (but not constant) glass of wine at the end of the day.