Teef

Insane night last night. We went to bed at eleven. John was up at twelve, one, two, and three. The first three times I put him on his back and patted his stomach 'til he went back to sleep. At three, though, he demanded a bottle.

"I need some formula, bitch!" Those were his exact words. To me. His father. What are you gonna do? So I fed him. Then I put him in the bed between me and Sonya and he was not going to sleep.

"I'm stayin' up all night, bitch!"

So Sonya took him to the living room, laid him on her shoulder and kicked back in the recliner. There they spent the rest of the night. Sonya and I were Mr. and Mrs. Blurry this morning.

And Sonya took John back to the doctor yesterday, 'cause really, this level of misery is just unheard of for the boy. The doctor assured us it's just teething. Teething! He's got six teeth already. When those came in he may have fussed a little, but mainly he just drooled and grew teeth.

But waking up in the middle of the fucking night? It's been six months since he pulled that shit, and we were happy to see it go.

And Sonya has an ear infection. And I have a lingering something, but considering all the insurance I don't have it's just going to have to linger 'til Labor Day or so.

However, I did receive my first paycheck from the new employer yesterday, and that shit is sweet. Real money! For real work! Not like that semi-volunteer shit I was doing at Tulane. Have I mentioned how glad I am to not work there anymore?