That’s right, I’ve mentioned it in passing on several posts, but I sense I’ve glazed over the true reality from The Return of the Screaming Banshee.
My Lil’ Diva is teething her molars right now. One has slightly broken through, two are clearly visible just beneath the gum line, and the fourth is probably close as well, but she was so pissed off when I dared check the progress of the others, I failed to properly determine its whereabouts.
The teething lead to more drool than Turner’s Hooch.
Then the congestion started – and she despises having her nose wiped.
This initiated The Cough – which has woken Lil Diva up the last several nights: anywhere from three to eight times in a night.
And all of this laid the perfect groundwork for another double ear infection.
She just coughed again as I typed this and I now wait with bated breath to see if the Mad Dash to Repacify Before She Fully Wakes Up and is Royally Pissed Off is required.
I might have escaped being called into service.
I caved in and let the kids watch Toy Story 2 tonight – again – at least until CG got home from work. We’d already viewed it once during The Tackler’s “quiet time” as a reward for being such a good boy today – especially at the doctor’s office.
Tonight, it was The Babysitter – something I swore I would never do.
Without it, dinner would not have been ready before bedtime, because I lack the proper dexterity to prepare cheesy potato casserole with only one hand.
I’m exhausted, have a headache, and all I want to do is have some time to write. And shower.
But I think I should choose sleep instead.
Because if I have another night where my options are to A) hold Lil Diva constantly while trying in vain to prepare a cheesy potato casserole or other dinner item or B) dare to cook dinner and set her down which causes her to oscillate from the Screaming Banshee cry to the Don’t You Love Me Mommy/Why Won’t You Hold Me Mommy pitiful cry and everywhere in between until she’s picked up again – well, I don’t think my sleep deprived brain can take much more of it.
Or my heart.
So if my blogging is sporadic for the next few days – you know why.
I just hope the molars break through before we have to ride in an airplane – because I’m told an ear infected child on a plane makes you a shoo-in for winning both the Passengers We Really Wish Had Missed This Flight and the Parents Who Don’t Know How to Quiet a Screaming Banshee awards.
So send good thoughts our way.
How did you survive The Terrible Teething Battle?