I could tell you how miserable Mason is.

I could tell you how miserable Mason is, however as a teething baby one expects him to be miserable. It is just an unfortunate side effect of the whole teething debacle.

Teething has basically shut Mason down.
He isn't sleeping for more than an hour at a time, he's refusing all solids. He's chewing so hard and often on his hands that those are hurting him too. He doesn't want to be put down, and his nose is so gross that now his eyes are steadily leaking gunk too.

He has three swollen areas of his gums; where the top two front teeth will be coming in and a bottom left tooth. He was like this right before corners of his teeth popped through on the bottom, so I hope it doesn’t last too much longer. All of my kids have always cut multiple teeth at once, but I’ve never had one get this miserable and icky during teething.

Yet the little dude still managed to smile every time I pointed the camera at him… I’ve trained him well.

Now lets talk about how the Mom is doing.

I am not doing well. Not one little bitty bit. I’m getting even less sleep than Mason because unlike him I can’t take any of those short naps during the day because I have Bella home. I can’t nap when she does because either Mason is awake or it’s too close to the time to pick the boys up. The few times it does seem like Mason and I will get a good amount of sleep at night Bella comes in to wake us up. I think this past week is the only time I have removed my daughter from my bed and told her to stay out of it and my room. She isn’t too happy with me.

When I am not trying to get sleep, and Mason is not trying to get sleep, I ‘m holding him. And he is rubbing his snotty gunky face on me, hitting my chest telling me he wants to nurse more – when he doesn’t, he just wants to latch on for comfort and I let him – or I am attempting to put him on the floor so I can quickly clean things up or go to the bathroom or eat. He screams at me the whole time. Or he crawls along behind me crying so pitifully. As usual since John had a bad day Friday he seems to think this qualifies him to not have to help with either child that is home and to walk around being in a pissy mood. I love my husband, and 99% of the time he’s great, but sometimes he can be really self-centered, this would be one of those times.

My lack of sleep and being able to really get even the most basic stuff done around the house is wearing on me. I’m short tempered and foul. Just ask Bella, I’m sure she’s willing to testify to that.

I’m going to go and start the roast for tonight then I’m going and waking John’s butt up so that he can be with Bella so that I can hopefully get a little more sleep while Mason is down.