My life, as I knew it, is so very much OVER.
Myer is crawling around so quickly I can barely keep up with him. No... really. Like, I set him down, look away for 30 seconds to tend to my other child, and then CAN'T FIND THE BABY. Because he's halfway across the house.
And he loves WIRES more than anything else in the world. (WHY, Lord?)
On top of this, he has started pulling himself up to a stand on every single thing he can grab onto in my house. But his little chicken legs aren't nearly strong enough to support this act, so he is constantly toppling over and smacking himself on various objects. Who's daredevil baby is this??
He has sprouted three teeth in the last two weeks, and there are some more just about to break through. (That's a total of 6, now, all the way out.) He is not sleeping well because of it, and nothing seems to help him with the pain of it all.
He has also started biting me really hard whenever I try to nurse him. hahahhahahahha*weepy hyperventilation*. Ezra never really did this, so I am (once again) at a total loss of what to do. Feeding my baby has become, like, the most stressful thing EVER. It's like sticking my hand in a pool of sharks and just hoping for the best! (Oh, and also, did I mention? I have a raw T-Bone steak in my hand. And the sharks haven't eaten in four days.)
I am TIRED. And exhausted. And sore. Yet, somehow... very much aware of how SHORT this tumultuous time is in the grand scheme of things.
So, there's that, I suppose.
Today was rough, though. I let it all get to me. I was up all night and woke up suuuuper early with Myer and had a really bad attitude that I just couldn't snap out of all day. (One of those days where you keep looking at the clock and CRYING because you swear it is not. moving. at all.)
There are still SEVEN days left until Ezra starts school again.
Right now, that seems like seven
Send in the clowns!!
Yes, my life as I knew it really is over.
Now? It really is so much better.