I'm exhausted. Today I had a meltdown because the boys needed something at the same time and fortunately my poor 3.5 year old is already "used" to coming second and was willing to wait, but it has been one of those days...my newborn must be in another growth spurt because he has literally eaten 20.5 ounces by 6 pm today and ate just about every hour all day. It's upsetting me because no sooner do I feed and pump that he's wanting to eat again and the second I get him sleeping so I can finally use the bathroom, I set him down and he wakes up fussing. I feel like I have no time or patience for my 3.5 year old. I just started crying finally, because I don't understand why I'm always thrown curveballs. I cannot give up on this though. I just hate it.