The Teeth. They are killing me.
Where have I been you ask. Why no posts for like, a week?
Oh. Holy. Crap. Let me tell you why. I need some sleep, that’s why. I have all kinds of witty things to write about. I’ve all kinds of naughty fun posts peculating in my brain. Why don’t I write them then? You are waiting. I know.
Bring on the sexah!
Well. Here’s the story. Monkey is no longer sleeping. He is teething. It seems to be a full time job. He is fine all day, but then, when the lights go down, he wants me sleeping, on the floor, next to his crib, with my hand shoved through bars of his kennel crib holding his adorable little hand.Any time he wakes and I’m not there, he stands, no, levitates in his crib and screams for me.
Occasionally he does this even though I am asleep next to his crib, I’ve just let my arm slip into a more natural, less hand holdy position.
I even tried to bring him back into our bed, but no, he’s a big boy now (sob!) and wants his own bed. With me in my rightful place. On the floor next to it.
Then, just for shits and giggles? The other night he slept All Night Long. And me? I stayed up all night long, because I knew, I KNEW, that the second I went to sleep, he would be up. So, I would just wait. And he would be up, and I would get him back down and then I would sleep.
But it never fucking happened.
I’m stupid tired. My back hurts from sleeping on the floor. And my shoulder is out from holding my arm up and holding his hand all night. He seems to be through the worst of it, so there is a light at the end of the tunnel, but as of right now?
ZZzzzzzzz……. wha?
Oh. And… I’m pms’ing like mad.
So, how is the detoxing from synthroid going? It’s been over two weeks. How do I feel? Who. The hell. Knows.
So yeah.
There’s that.
What?
Nothing.
….
And that is why I’ve not written.
Aren’t you glad you asked.
Off to look for a whiskey soaked wash cloth.(I kid! I kid!)
