I read a lot of parenting blogs - mainly to steal ideas. Last week, I read a blog post from a father stating that he thought he was going to go insane and be committed because of his daughter's two-year molars. I thought this was serious overreach but funny. Now it's my turn, and I am not laughing.
Shortly after a child turns two, the four back molars make their appearance. This experience takes teething to a whole new level. I thought ten new teeth last year was evil. Try four large ones each with four peaks. They come slowly and make my son fine one minute, crazy the next minute and pop a fever the next minute. Thank God for Motrin.
Last round of molars (the lower 2) cut during his week of stomach virus when I was supposed to be out of town. This week, his upper 2 molars come on the heels of a consultant flying across country to give my employer feedback about various aspects of our school including my department. His daycare sent him home with a 100 degree fever and now I have been scrambling all day to find daycare for Thursday. It's the ultimate game of logistics. This person can babysit these two hours and this person can babysit these two hours.
There is no death by molar over here. This situation will sort itself out. It's days like this that make being a single parent harder than heck. I need some peace - and a free live-in nanny STAT.