...to kill me, yet again. she has been cutting her first molars, all 4 at once, for the past month. she has taken to screaming almost non-stop during her waking hours, not wanting to nap, and wanting to get up at about 5:00 or 5:30 every morning. i am beat. i am exhausted. i look like shit. and i am about to kill rich for being able to sleep through sophie's screams AND get away from all this for 12 hours a day...lucky bastard. gus can sleep through everything too, but that is a good thing.
to give an indication of what i have been like, gus named is remote control t-rex, which roars and snorts and stomps on things, missy: