We’ve had an eventful few days. And as always, sleep eludes us. (mostly me since I’m the one who has to get out of bed to tend to the smallest person in the house.) Last night, I was ready for bed before 9:00 – and I was asleep by 9:30. On a Saturday night. Kind of lame, but I prepared myself to be awake twice (and I was) and slept until 7:30 this morning. I almost felt human today.
We have a teething little guy (of course) and the canines have been THE WORST. The moods. The crying/whining/pitifulness. The tantrums. And, of course, the chewing and drooling. Oh, and the waking in the middle of the night. It’s rough for him. I should check to see if we’re still only dealing with the top canines, or if the bottom ones are also wreaking havoc on his poor little mouth.
Just when I thought we were turning a corner in the sleep department. But we’re 14 teeth down with only 6 more to go. That’s something, right?
Until all of the teeth are in, I guess I’ll continue to be the zombie-like one walking around town. Don’t mind me… 🙂