The guilt we put ourselves through! Once when my second child was about 2 months old, I experienced the same type of frustration you just described with Alex and I tossed him onto our couch out of sheer frustration and exhaustion. The minute I did it, I was horrified. Of course, he was still screaming fiercely, but after I finally got him to sleep, I sat in our rocking chair and held him for a long time. It was more to make me feel better than anything else.

(I'd like to tell you that these types of moments will disappear over time, but they don't. Believe me when I say, when they are teen agers, you will be as equally frustrated and furious as were last night.)