Teething Woes

written on May 10, 2006, this cracks me up because you really DO forget these moments as you move past them:

teething woes

Can you tell by my subject to this blog that my life is all baby, all the time? Let me tell you, motherhood is not for the faint of heart, my friend.

In the aftermath of (doesn't that sound like something said after September 11th?) my intense 3-5am jag last night with anti-sleeping Sophia, who as of this week has officially gone on STRIKE against the horrible company called SLEEP AT NIGHT who completely infringes on her rights and doesn't apparently pay her enough dividends to keep her blissfully sleeping at night, I am left feeling zombie-ish and facing life today in a haze. However, this morning I see the culprit to the problem. A middle man from the union who is wooing her into thinking that SLEEP AT NIGHT (the company) is the problem, when they are, thankfully, not. He has been convincing her to act on his plots to sabotage any big wig who thinks that sleep at night is a viable, trustworthy company, and to thwart the efforts of SLEEP AT NIGHT's mediators in their efforts to convince Sophia that this company has nothing but the very best intentions for her. The middle man is.... drumroll, please..... two bottom teeth who are surfacing like a humpback whale for air. These chompers don't have too long, though because the mediator(s) are on to them (two of them) and will now do everything in their power to quiet their voice and limit (as much as possible) their power. Either way, knowledge is power and tonight will be better just because I know WHY she is screaming.

See what you who are childless peopele have to look forward to?