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Kidlet is teething. Or, possibly, possessed by Satan. Maybe both. I don't know.
What I do know, however, is that it is extremely difficult to sleep with a screeching toddler in the house. I'm thinking tonight we'll pitch her a tent in the back yard, close the windows and turn on the A/C. Kidlet is in the process of cutting no less than four teeth at the moment. One canine finally broke through yesterday, but the other three canines are poised just under the skin, teasing us and transforming my sweet, cuddly, funny, adorable baby into a screaming, drooling, snotting monster.
Also, the latest addition to her vocabulary: "Stop It!". Also, its cousins "Stop it Mama!", and "Mama, enough!". It was cute at first. Now, not so much. Particularly not so cute at 2:30am as I am trying to get my teething/possessed child to take some Motrin and Just. Please. Stop. With the screaming.
People, I am tired. Partly because of screaming Satan-baby, and partly because of what seems to be allergies (what's with this alien pollen? I've never had seasonal allergies before this year!). My nose is stuffed up and I can't breathe, so I snore louder than usual, which leads LT to nudge me every 3 minutes and because of the congestion, I can't use my CPAP, and wah, wah, wah! I want a blankie so I can hide under my desk and take a nap. But I'd settle for some Tylenol and Sudafed. And maybe a priest to come exorcise my baby.