what.

it is 5:10 pm.

i have already eaten dinner and elliot has been asleep, for the night, for 40 minutes.

the last few days have been...strange?

first, we left elliot with a babysitter on friday night for the first time.

so that we could go to ryan's work's christmas party.

i wrote out this whole thing about how he has started flipping onto his stomach in his sleep and will get stuck and will scream so make sure you go in there so he doesn't smother himself and die...

or how he will probably wake up 8 times before we got home 3 hours later so just replace the pacifier.

he is teething, and BAD. 

he is miserable to be around 80% of the time.

isn't sleeping well and soaked in drool.

elliot went to bed that night at 515 pm...earliest ever - until tonight.

he didn't wake up ONCE...

until 4:40 am to nurse.

WHATTHEWHAT?!

not one peep...

he was checked on twice and didn't even flinch.

then saturday i was treated to a pretty nice shopping spree while ryan watched elliot at home for a few hours since i had endured teething hell for two days and was going crazy.

we then had these wonderful plans to drive up to san francisco in the afternoon and walk around...

go to union square and look at the christmas tree, get hot chocolate and watch the ice skaters.

first off...

we were in traffic trying to get over the bridge for over an hour.

we then drove around for 50 minutes trying to find parking.

and once we did, i strapped elliot in the ergo and he sobbed because of the MASS AMOUNTS OF PEOPLE EVERYWHERE AND BUMPING INTO US and the MASS AMOUNTS OF SIRENS CONSTANTLY.

my good friend from high school waited for us for an hour to get to that damn ice rink.

we looked at the lights for all of three minutes and then tried to find somewhere to eat.

anyway...

elliot didn't sleep at all that night, nor did he last night.

ryan is out of town for a few days with work...

oh, i forgot to mention that i noticed our tree was dying, so last night we had to take all the ornaments off and nail some holes in the bottom and then redecorate and i'm pretty sure it didn't help.

needless to say,

i'm ready to get through this funk.

once ryan gets back he has a few days off and then it's my birthday and then it's christmas and i'm just ready to relax.

to drink champagne and take a bath.

but for now...let's just pray elliot sleeps...