It's just one of those things. Your kid will need teeth in life, and you can't exactly postpone them until it’s a favorable time for you. Like when you have 2 weeks that allow you to stay home, never get out of your pj’s and look like a crazy person. When you can drink yourself sane again late at night, when the screaming finally dissipates. When you can just stay inside because the dark circles under your eyes and the lack of proper shaving leaves you looking, well, less than "put together." That's where I am right now. My eyes are bloodshot. I'm not looking my best. My brain forgot how to turn on the stove today, and hubby found me just staring at it, saying, "uhhhhh.....". That's for reals, people. Teething has this effect on moms. It makes us forget to brush our teeth. It makes cereal and milk a decent option for dinner. It makes us wonder what celebrities do when their kids are insane. Go to Switzerland for a ski vacation and leave the kids with the nanny? Well, crap. I am a nanny. I'm fucked.
I keep holding my kid down to look at his erupting chompers. They never seem any better. They just look like they plan on making me certifiably crazy by the end of the month. I mean, come on! Move a little faster, would ya!?! I don't know how much more I can take! My kid bit me ON THE THIGH this morning. He was so enraged he just sunk his fangs into me, and I went down like a wounded buffalo. Moaning, thrashing, the whole nine yards. It was awful. Nobody believes me, either.
Anyways, if my level of writing descends into the pits of despair, this is my formal explanation. I am sleep deprived, riddled with tooth marks and in need of a vacation. Kate Out.