Sunday, December 05, 2004

forgive me, for I omit.

I tend to only write the happy things in here -- those are the times I want to share; those are the times I want to remember. But that means that if there's nothing overwhelmingly happy to offset the pain and frustration of that third tooth, then there's just nothing to write.

For the past two nights, sleep has been hard-won. Geoff has a cold, Jacqui is miserable and teething, and I don't handle frustration well at all. It's a weakness; at least I'm getting practice.

And now, at nearly noon on a Sunday, I have to go wake my daughter from the most consecutive hours of rest she's gotten in two days. I've been putting it off since 11.