Greetings, world. I’m going to be keeping this short because, apparently, both my arms have decided that random shooting pains are really snazz! I’m guessing that a combination of broken sleep, bad sleep posturing, pulling a neck muscle last night and the like have probably added up to remind me, yet again, that I’m only getting older. Which reminds me… *gets to fishing out the box o’ meds*

As I sit here trying to think of something to say, the only thought that comes to mind is something that I probably read at Tales of an Unlikely Mother. I’m pretty sure I saw her post something a few months back on the subject of teething, and how it’s a horrible, wonderful thing to blame all baby problems upon. But it is the likely cause of most of our sleepless woes – the pain of a slowpoke canine trying to jab through. It’ll catch her and wake her up for a moment, causing her to yell and toss about… and then she’ll zonk back out. Because of medication I’m on, I tend to be a clumsy zombie at worst, and completely oblivious at best, so it’s not my sleep that suffers as much – it’s my husband who takes the brunt of it. But these, these are things I don’t go on about, though I couldn’t tell you why. I guess it’s ’cause I accept it as a normal part of parenting, so try not to let me sabotage myself by bigging it up. That, and I have that totally twisted thing where I find sympathy to be hugely insulting and insinuating that I’m incapable of doing things… mmm, twisted mental states. <3

*glare at arm* Why do you hurt so, little limb? I’m starting to question the nature of its malaise; I bet I caught myself on a stupid door handle and forgot. That’s definitely one thing I do not like in this country – I’ll take door knobs over levers any day. The former have never conspired to cause me permanent harm, while the latter seems to do its damnedest to see me captured, stabbed, or hung by some body part or another.

Yeah.. gonna leave it there and short, ’cause I’m definitely not with it today. Hope your day is better! 😀