It's not like I ever forget that my life is pretty sweet.
Like how today I got the news that I am NOT getting sued because of that dumb-butt car accident from OCTOBER. That was good news.
And how Derek is so good to me it's hardly real.
But that doesn't change the fact that this week has SUCKED.
See, on Tuesday evening, Oliver was one grumpy-gus. He seemed to have a fever too. So I put his sweet bippy in bed all doped up and decided it was all good.
Until he cried for half the night.
Which is when it occurred to me that he was teething.
Suffice it to say, I barely survived Wednesday. I mean BARELY. I didn't clean, or put laundry away or make dinner. I just held and jiggled my very sad baby.
Then, Wednesday night.
I'll spare you the gore and pain, but by 4:45am when I loaded him up and started driving, I wasn't sure I'd live to see the light of day.
Thursday was painful but (perhaps out of pure exhaustion) he seemed to have lost some of his screaming, drooling, miserable steam. I did get a nap by the grace of my husband, but still.So much crying. So much drool. So little napping.
And then Spencer spiked a fever.
I know right?
He is NOT teething. He is just plain sick.
And I was supposed to spend the whole day at the Casual Bloggers' Conference today.
But I was up half the night. And I was too tired to care.
So I went to exactly one class and called it good.
But, amazingly, the demons that possessed my baby seemed to have moved on to other targets. Oliver has returned, and I am rather fond of THIS version of him.
Let's just hope the demons didn't jump from Oliver to Spencer. And then Henry. Who knows what will hit him when?
I have spent more money on baby pain relievers and teething products this week than I realized I even had in my bank account.
I do not recommend teething. Hire a nanny for those days and go on vacay. You'll be happy you did.