Oh god, teething

How is it we have not evolved as humans to the point where teething doesn't hurt?

Our daughter, M, has been working on her eye teeth for what feels like forever.

Last weekend was the worst its been in a long time - frequent wakings, crying, and she was just not herself at all.

I hate teething not because of what my daughter becomes during the process, but because I feel rather helpless. Of course, like any parent, if I could take on that pain for her I would. I can give her some children's pain medication, but it doesn't seem to help for long.

And why must teething be joined by cold-like symptoms? The cough, the runny nose ... I mean, come on already, evolution. This is completely unnecessary. Just like wisdom teeth (which so many of us have to have removed anyway). Some people don't get wisdom teeth, yet teething still has to hurt?

Thankfully, M is starting to feel more like herself again, although the teeth have yet to actually break through the gums. Fingers crossed things go better for our wee girl.

Mommy bloggers, amiright?

This photo has nothing really to do with this post.

Is there anything more annoying that a mommy blogger?

Strange question to ask, I suppose, seeing as I'm once again embarking on becoming one.

But I have to admit, reading other mommy blogs sometimes make me feel bad about myself. Those women seem to be able to do it all and have it all, or, at the other end of the spectrum, they complain about life with children.

I do not have it all. I cannot do it all. But I still love every minute of being a mom.

Gag, I know.

I have tried to do this blogging thing before, but my biggest mistake, I think, was always trying to offer words of wisdom. It's tiring trying to come up with advice and tidbits to help other parents learn from my mistakes.

So this little blog, I'm hoping, will just be whatever. Some days, I may post links to thinks I find funny. Some days, I'll write about how I regret our choice to cloth diaper every time my daughter poops because cleaning those things can be a bitch. Oh yeah, and I'll swear. I do that.

Oh yeah, that butter tart photo? I love butter tarts.