Please forgive any typos. I'm so tired I can't see straight.

I could write a lovely post about how squishy my baby's cute cheeks are or how adorable his little cloth diaper booty is (well, really it's GIGANTIC). I could talk about the way he curls his arms up underneath his body when he's snuggling against us to let us know he's ready for bed. Or how his "Mommy come back!" whimper melts my heart and sends me running right back to him. I could (er, I guess I just did) but instead I'm going to rant.

This mama is exhausted! The hubs is on a business trip - something that's become a regular occurrence 'round these parts - and normally, that would be fine. But normally, my child sleeps. Normally he goes to bed at 7:00 and wakes up at 6:00. Last night was not normally.

I snuggled into my empty bed around midnight, thinking I'd get a glorious six hours of sleep. Hm, guess who thought wrong? At 12:30, shrieks and wails came blasting through the baby alarm (a typo that stays). That continued until 5:00, by which point my eyelids were drooping down to my knees and I was propping them up with tubes of butt paste.

I guess this is the consequence of that tooth I feel popping through. Dear teeth: please leave my child alone. Thank you.

And since I'm on a roll, I'll end this rant with another one. Not only is Ben's rash not any better after eliminating all eggs, it's much, much worse. :(

Edited because I forgot yet another rant: See that picture above? That's Ben discovering that he can turn our DVR off and on and off and on and off and on. It would be cute if it weren't for the fact that a DVR that never stays on is of no use to me. Apparently when they're off, they don't record scheduled shows. A crazy concept, I know.