Fuck fucking ear infections. The fuckers.
My child has been chewing me, and everyone within earshot, out. In baby. Loudly.
One more ear infection and the doctors are gong to poke holes in her eardrums and stick plastic tubes in the fuckers so she can hear, and better yet, not be in pain all the damn time. She is a cranky, toothy, ear-achey little monkey, and she is damn cute. But I am over the yelling, fussing, screaming and having to be attached to me at all times. So send healing thoughts are her tiny ass, because the antibiotics are also giving her the tiny shits.
In other news, I turn 32 on Monday. My FB profile LIES. I start the day with one of the boys showing up 1/2 an hour early, but it will end with Udipi. My husband rocks, and I will have a spa day soon, not to mention a tripod and maybe some new glass for the camera and new glasses for wine.
To all the Mamas out there: Good on ya! It's a hard job, but you rock. To all the other ladies: I wouldn't be a good mama without you. You keep me sane. Love you!
One more ear infection and the doctors are gong to poke holes in her eardrums and stick plastic tubes in the fuckers so she can hear, and better yet, not be in pain all the damn time. She is a cranky, toothy, ear-achey little monkey, and she is damn cute. But I am over the yelling, fussing, screaming and having to be attached to me at all times. So send healing thoughts are her tiny ass, because the antibiotics are also giving her the tiny shits.
In other news, I turn 32 on Monday. My FB profile LIES. I start the day with one of the boys showing up 1/2 an hour early, but it will end with Udipi. My husband rocks, and I will have a spa day soon, not to mention a tripod and maybe some new glass for the camera and new glasses for wine.
To all the Mamas out there: Good on ya! It's a hard job, but you rock. To all the other ladies: I wouldn't be a good mama without you. You keep me sane. Love you!