Someone get me a latte.

No seriously. Before I fall over and hit my head and die or something.

Or kill someone else.

Apparently, we are teething now, and I was up with Madeline ALL. NIGHT. LONG.  It seems a bit early for that, don’t you think? My mom said my brother and I were freakish babies and started teething at 3 months!  Tiny babies with teeth… I just don’t know how I feel about that. Kind of scary.

I’m not going to lie, I’m absolutely terrified of tiny razor sharp daggers being aimed at me. I have a feeling this milk factory is going to be shutting down some time in the near future. I’m just not that into the piercing of nipples, just saying. (I promise that’s the last time I mention them.)

I really do feel sorry for the girl… she’s not getting much rest either, poor baby. I realize I totally sound selfish by complaining and sort of feel guilty about it… but good gracious, if I don’t get a good night’s sleep tonight, beware of the beast that will manifest itself within me.

Justin, hide your laptop.