I’ve tried writing. I’ve tried to visit other blogs and comment. I’ve tried, I swear.
I’ve been trying to post something that would address writing and the writing life. Something that would be interesting. Something that wouldn’t repeat the same sentence structure three times in a row.
But I failed. Each time, the words would disintegrate into dust. Worse, they would disintegrate into whiny self-pity, which is pretty typical of this space, I realize.
I can blame many things, but I will point to the fact that Baby has been teething, which means he has awoken the past four nights at 4:15 a.m., 5:05 a.m., 5:18 a.m., and, last night, at 3:54 a.m., a new record. Did I mention he was screaming? Loudly? For an hour each night, despite his parents’ entreaties? And that I really did’t get any additional sleep?
This has reduced me to a drooling, incoherent fool. I need energy. I need Brawndo. It’s got electrolytes. Which are EXTREMELY AWESOME. It’s got super extra caffeine, and five types of sugar, making it EXTRA DELICIOUS and I can WIN at things I’m not supposed to WIN at like YELLING.
I feel better already.
Whew! Even I feel better after reading this post and everybody in my house already has teeth! Writing it out always helps, and I’ll read your whines any time.
That you referenced “Idiocracy” which is one of the greatest movies of all time makes me admire you even more.
Why come you got no tattoo?
Poor baby…
If it’ll make you feel better I’ll call you a whiny bastard. I haven’t gotten to insult anyone all day, and I feel the need. Truly.
I sure hope the kiddo gets his teeth quick. Nothing says I Want To Kill like getting lousy sleep. Of course, I could fix my problem with a CPAP machine once they diagnosed me with sleep apnea. (Which also took away my excuse!) Oh wait, there’s still menopause…
I just reread that comment. Sounds like I have no sympathy for the kid. Honestly, I do feel for Baby. But I sympathize with mom and dad more.
Try Camilia herbal pills for the teething, they worked to a greater degree for Procrastinator Junior (nothing is a 100% when you feel like someone is hammering nails into your gums).
Yep, now that you mention it - I remember teething. It was awful,
that is why I am glad I had my kids when I was young(er). Take
heart, this too shall pass, probably in time for ear infections,
pre-school separation anxiety and well, lots and lots of other
stuff.
Oh god. I read Judy’s comment and I had a little post traumatic stress moment. I think it was the ear infection thing. (Give the guy tylenol or advil, it’ll be, like forever before you can get him to the dr. for the antibiotic. Just remember, he screams, you dose him up with that bubble gum stuff.)
When my children were that age, I was a total zombie. I couldn’t have blogged to save my life. Brushing my teeth was about my speed.
I admire you. Hang in there. The teeth come in, then they come out, then they come in again, then they need expensive braces. You need to conserve your whining energy. There’s a lot of shit yet to come.
I don’t really remember those days. Is that reassuring, or freaky?
Amnesia sets in. It’s for your own survival. That woman who
remembers *everything*? Could she possibly have had children?
Try a little whisky on the gums. If it doesn’t make the teeth feel
better, drink the rest.
fringes: thanks for the free pass for whining. i’m going to take you up on that.
leigh: idiocracy is one of the great unseen movies of the past decade. my favorite line (of many): “hector elexandro camacho. five-time ultimate smackdown champion. porn superstar. and president of the united states.”
bernita: do you refer to me or the baby?
writtenwyrrd: yeah, a bad night’s sleep makes me a very unhappy camper indeed. too bad this has been going on for a week. and stretched through the weekend! yay baby!
write procrastinator: thanks for the tip. i’d try just about anything at this point, including suicide.
judy: what’s terrible about it is waking up, grumpy at the kid for screaming at 3 a.m., and then finding him in pain. guilt fiesta, let me tell you. can’t wait for the other stuff, either.
bloglily: you mean there’s more shit to complain about in the years ahead? more money to spend? more anxiety-filled evenings for wife and me? why didn’t anyone tell me this before?
rellis: wife’s theory on baby amnesia (starting with amnesia about the birth itself) is that it’s a finely tuned evolutionary trait — if women remembered the fun of pregnancy and birth, no one would have more than one kid.
i’ve been drinking heavily, i assure you.