It's a twenty pound toddler girl child who is driving me fucking insane. The night weaning? It's over. I royally screwed up last week when she went through the 2 a.m. wake up and play spell, then with the flu... Someone tell me what the hell I was thinking? I am the poster child for short sightedness.
So we nursed about every 30 or 40 minutes all bloody night long and every waking minute every day since Saturday and holy Mother of God make it stop. I was lying in bed last night with the ravenous little demon creature and I was positive we won't make it to two years. Possibly because I will have all the life force sucked out of my body and soul and the baby will grow huge until she pops in a horrific mess of milk and fish shaped crackers.
But, I'm off to drown my sorrows in pop culturey goodness- Idol viewing party with my bee eff eff and other fine ladies.