My poor boy is so miserable with his molars coming in. He is so crabby and unlike his normal, happy, giddy self. I miss my baby! Sometimes he comes back, once the Tylenol and baby orajel kicks in. Poor baby...
Poor Mama! I have been listening to crying, screaming baby for days and I will be the first to say it is grating on my last raw nerve. I am so thankful that Larabee has ALL weekend off this week and I will get a bit of a break from the monster that has taken over my son. Or at least help wrangling that monster LOL.
These are the ramblings of a mostly work at home mom, college graduate, wife, referee...um...Mama, and lover of laughter. This is my cathartic slice of heaven; a place where I can say what I want when I want and nobody can tell me any differently. I am such a rebel...
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