I woke up at 2:30 a.m. with bad indigestion, so here I am. Of course, I doubt coffee is going to help me. But that’s why I’m chasing it with a jug of water.
You’d think drinking water would keep you in the bathroom all night, but I guess it’s good for the bladder.
Aislyn had four accidents yesterday, including one where we had to change all her bedding. I don’t know what to do, but I’m at my wits end. I feel bad about how frustrated I was that last time. Almost always, I’m able to be neutral when it happens, but I was tired.
I don’t know that she always knows when she’s having the accidents. We think she may be constipated again. No matter what, I feel like it’s my fault.
I’m going back to bed.