It’s 10:30pm–exactly 30 minutes past my bedtime. (Yes, I’m an old geezer.)
And instead of being fast asleep (like the snoring Frenchie next to me), I’m sitting on the couch reflecting on my day. Blogging.
I feel incredibly lucky that, in Arden’s first year of life, there weren’t too many rough days. Challenging days? Heck yes. But really rough, I-don’t-know-how-I’m-going-to-make-it-out-alive days…thankfully, those have been few and far between.
Today wasn’t quite to that level either, but these first-year molars sure are giving me a run for my money.
I threw myself a big ol’ pity party tonight…texting with my mom and sister about the dog and baby that were for sale in Texas…thinking about how Chris would owe me big time when he got back from his work trip…
poor, poor me.
And then this happened.
My sweet, teething baby woke up in pain and wanted nothing else but to be comforted by her momma.
My “rough day” was suddenly a distant memory.
This was exactly the reality check I needed.
Tomorrow will be a good day…molars and all 🙂