My brain is against me.

Soooo at the end of this lonely evening Saoirse is in her room crying by herself while my head tries to recuperate from the screams of a teething babe.  I can FEEL a migraine seeping through the cracks of my tired and withered brain.  Super, I love a good migraine.  Bring it on.  Seriously though, Saoirse is really starting this teething thing (that's what I like to say when she's inconsolable) and she is NOT happy about it.  She seems to be allergic to her bed (on top of her allergy to clothing) which makes it oh, so difficult for me when I put her in there to sleep.  Then I think, I'll just put her in her bouncer for a little while, then that turns into an hour of bouncing.  On the plus side, my calves will look great in no time.

I guess I'll go try to console her with a diaper change and maybe MAYBE a feeding.

Being a mom is hard.

In the meantime, this is our new favorite song around here.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7mPqycQ0tQ