So, baby is teething, this time it’s the front molar and gawd damn she’s cranky. She woke up at 4 am for the second day in a row and I am THIS close of banging my own head on the wall (if only I don’t have the awareness of a distressed adult of how painful it would be).
Her grand-dad kindly offered to take her to a motorbike ride and I got 15 mins to myself (with a painful hangover and no alcohol involved).
But this song is so good. Isn’t it? Reminds me of how resilient humans can be. All we need is a good coping mechanism. And the universe (cue for flying doves and church bells and holy verses on the background) will provide it for you. Well, at least that’s what I believe so I managed to hang on anyway. (And that sentence might be irrelevant after a few minutes of prayers, because the cynical mom is typing).
Aaaaand here comes the baby. Gotta go.