Remember how I said we were going to paint our ugly yellow den this weekend? Well, the universe heard us and decided that wasn’t enough of a challenge and that Charlotte’s most recent round of teething should be kicked up about a dozen notches.
In short: The weekend was hell.
One of Charlotte’s lower canines is coming in. Right now—and I’m not exaggerating—that tooth is a lump under her gums that is as big as her other teeth. It just won’t break through. I cringe when I see it.
All signs point to it being as painful as it looks. Our little girl has been miserable. She spent the weekend either clinging to me or screaming because she couldn’t cling to me. We tried everything. She only had eyes for me.
On a normal weekend, I could have handled that much more gracefully than I did this time. But we were supposed to be painting. We’d even arranged for my parents to come over after nap time all weekend so that they could watch her while we worked on the den. Unfortunately, she kicked and screamed and freaked the hell out anytime I wasn’t available to her. Including during her swim class, which we ended up leaving early.
She also stopped sleeping. I was lucky if I could get her to stay down for an hour at a time at night. All weekend. And it was a 3-day weekend. Which is great when you’ve been working your ass off all day painting a room (and parenting a toddler) and you’re drop dead exhausted to begin with.
I am tired. So tired. The only time I didn’t have a cranky toddler attached to me all weekend was spent painting.
But the room is painted and I wish I had some adequate before/after pictures, because I’d love to be sitting here staring at them today while I try to stay awake at work. All I can say is that the yellow is gone, and suddenly I find myself wanting to sit in there. It’s amazing the difference some paint can make! (We even painted the ceiling!)
Yellow. So much yellow. Goodbye forever.