So it is morning, and your eyes are barely open. The weekend is ALMOST here, but it still remains tantalizingly out of reach.
You have been operating on about 4 hours of sleep a night for the last week and a half, due to an evil force in your home.
This force is known as the One-Year Molar. It is also known as The Evil Teething Experience From Hell. And your son currently has three molars coming in at the same time.
Last night, he started wailing at 2am. The “leaning-over-the-crib-and-rubbing-his-back” maneuver didn’t work. Infant pain reliever did not work. Rocking did not work. Envisioning yourself far, far away at a spa in Martinique did not work.
3am saw you lying on a folded up duvet on the floor next to your son’s crib, with your arm jammed painfully between the slats on the crib so that you could massage his scalp while he finally drifted off.
You woke up at 4:30am, still in that position. Your son was finally asleep, but so was your arm. And your left hip felt like it had been kicked by a mule. You limped back to bed, next to your peacefully snoring husband, to try to catch some more sleep before your alarm rang at 6am.
And as you slept, tiny, pearly little teeth danced in your dreams.
But, these days shall pass, and it will be only too soon before your pain will be financial as it is discovered that your son needs extensive orthodontics.
So in the meantime, why not get yourself some pearly whites, like this gorgeous ring, to help soothe your frazzled soul and distract onlookers from the alarmingly large set of Louis Vuitton carryalls you have perched under your eyes?
I think you deserve it.