Scrambled.

With me head so far up to my backside I have written today off as a miss and stayed in my jammies. No tooth brushing necessary. Last night was taxing. The baby is teething again and she definitely isn't keeping quiet about it. Not that I blame her, but when you go to sleep with a headache and wake up to a full-blown migraine with a screaming baby and your only relief is infant paracetamol in strawberry flavour, you are not far from exchanging the fruit of your loins to the next person you see in possession of painkillers. 

Off for four days and first day meant to be back, and I'm off sick, not good going. In my nightmare of a morning I also woke up my boss with a phonecall and in his half a sleep state of mind he claimed he wasn't sleeping but was just about to drive into the shower before heading to work. 

7 a.m. I gave up trying to sleep and started drinking excessive amounts of coffee in a bid to stay awake for the baby. It all backfired terribly, as my mother-in-law came to pick her up to give me a couple of hours to sleep, and by that time I was so wired up I was grinding my teeth with the mere thought of sleep. 

So instead I have been watching crap tv with the blinds down, wearing my fake Gucci shades bought from Addis Ababa few years back, as they so perfectly keep away all ray of light trying to get through the window. Result.

As for tomorrow...all I can say is, It's a new dawn, it's a new day..and please oh please let me feel good.