
I've taken today and the day before off work with exhaustion, as on Tuesday, Travis began screaming at 2AM for "Daddy!" and would not be quiet till he was on me, he then slept on me from 2AM till 7AM and I was able to snatch some sleep in a rocking chair for around 30 mins at a time, while he was properly passed out.
This happens on the very worst days of teething, we are hoping that it was nearly over but tonight kind of indicates that 2 teeth are coming through at once and it is NOT over. GAH!
Most of the past week has been trying to enjoy the Sunshine, plus the England Ladies football team getting through to the World Cup Semi Finals, before a fantastic game but still a loss to the USA Ladies 1-2 AND most importantly, trying to survive on the fractured rest he lets us have.
Luckily, Toni's Mum will look after him on Friday night and we can get something resembling a decent chunk of sleep.
I allegedly got 9 hours on Tuesday but it was spread across the day with most of it coming during the day until 2 in the afternoon when I woke up, it's fucking ludicrous.
Can't wait for this bit to be over. I'm convinced that when his teeth are through, we'll be not having a nightly horror show... I hope.