Oh the joys of teething. How I have missed thee.
Baby J. started teething again yesterday. She didn't want to be put down. She took forever to take a nap. Then, that night, she woke up every few minutes, bawling. I held her for a long time, hoping that would put her into a deep sleep. It didn't. She tossed and turned in my arms, slammed me in the face with her head, flopped around like a harpooned whale.
But this morning, it isn't all three of us that are tired. No, only Mommy and Daddy are tired. Baby J. looks completely rested. She won't stop running around the house. This isn't fair. I only got 1 hr of sleep last night. My head feels like it's going to cave in. I'm pretty sure my eyeballs turned to jelly around 4am. My face feels numb from being slammed by my baby's bowling ball for a head 200 times. Aching. Tired. Yawning. Am I coming down with somethiong? Is that a scratch in my throat? Maybe I should take a nap.
oh I can't. Because I have those stupid responsibility things like my job. Ug.
D.