Just One Of Those Days

The day did not start off well. If you count the fact that I was in bed at 9:30 p.m. then sure, ok, it started off well. But then at about 11:30 p.m., not even before yesterday had officially ended, my day began. Rachel is teething. Any mom who has endured the infant years will not have to read any further. The word "teething" says it all. For those of you who have not yet been blessed with children, I shall do my best to explain. (Without complaining too much.)

Teething is the milestone that every new beaming parent greatly anticipates. Teething signals the soon appearance of teeth. And teeth, my friends, are very exciting. They compete with the same level of excitement as rolling over and sitting up. There is nothing quite like the anticipation of that first tooth to grace your baby's gummy grin. 

Nice commercial, right?

The truth? Teething is the milestone that signals the beginning of drooling, gnawing, crying, and your sweet baby refusing to be comforted. Nothing makes them happy, or at least not for long. And may the Lord bless you, if you are still nursing! Seriously, I was up every two hours last night with Rachel sobbing hysterically. It reminds me a lot of the early, newborn days, however, I could feed her and she would stop. There is nothing that stops the crying. And they continue to cry and cry and cry, until they have exhausted everyone in the house. And then they cry some more. Then finally, they loose their breath, have left no energy to spare, and fall asleep for 20 minutes, 2 hours max. And then, my dear friends, it begins again.

Needless to say, I am tired. Stephen also did not wake up on time, which then lead to my recruitment of preparing his breakfast, coffee, and lunch in a total daze. I was pathetic. Then my sweet Abigail awoke with her cold, going on day 3, and added to the drama of the constant crying. It was pure chaos. Abby got her hand stuck in the baby wipes container, and proceeded to run around the house crying and waving the box frantically in the air. Its so hard not to laugh at such a sight, but her tears helped me maintain composure.

I don't know how it happened, but I did make it to the youth office today. I was only there a couple of hours, but I felt like I could not get anything done. Even now, I have been home for a little over 2 hours, and I still feel like I haven't quite gotten settled yet. I needed to get so much done this afternoon. There is a beautiful list of all the things that needed to be accomplished this fine day. Instead, the list is not completed, not even half, AND it is sitting in the drawer of the youth office. Way to be productive, Liz. 

Some days, its easy to accomplish the tasks of mommydom. Today was not one of those days. Its like my whole world has to come to a screeching halt when the girls are sick. Seriously, if moms got paid, we should get overtime when the kids are sick. (And double when they are teething!) Its a thankless job, one only a mom would do.