It's a good sweatin' doing all this walking at work being the glorified mailman. I feel disgusting as heck, but oddly enough it also makes me feel good (knowing that at least I'm doing a tiny bit of exercise). This is gonna be a great shower.
What doesn't feel good? Being up until 2:00am with my horribly fussy child who was just so inconsolable. Damn teething. Nothing would work! Tylenol, a soothing shower, water, food, not even being with Mommy. It's all a part of parenthood, right? I cannot complain. This will pass too (and I'll surely forget about it as I always claim that I only remember the "good times" with this boy growing up).
I just feel bad for Sharon, as she is beyond exhausted. She's had to take care of him the past two evenings while I've been doing o/t and he hasn't exactly been the most co-operative. Thanks for being the best Mommy for Eamon, bubs
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And the era of "no cable TV" has started. Rogers just came today and removed the cable as we cancelled it. I wonder how long we'll last (not fighting for the computer).
I'm still contemplating getting an antenna. Just gotta find the time...