Hello! ((waving)) I'm still alive!

Man, do I suck.
Not only am I a really bad blogger, but I haven't read a single blog post by any blog I follow. I don't know what my deal is, I have no want to read or write, lame, I know.
Everything is the same with me. Absolutely nothing has changed, nothing new...at all.

Lilian is getting four molars, so she is a little clingy and grumpy to say the least. A weekend ago we were at a friends house, watching a football game, Lilian was h-o-r-r-i-b-l-e. She wouldn't let go of my leg, I couldn't set her on the ground, no one could even look at her without her break out into a meltdown. I understand she is in pain...but seriously, chill out for a minute, I would like the feeling in my right leg to return, at least for two minutes. I gave her Tylenol, that was working as fast as we'd all like (Lilian included), so we tried some old remedies and she passed out almost instantly. Whew. That was an exhausting day.
I hate days like that, because I don't want people that don't know Lili to think she is a clingy, grumpy, over sensitive child, ya know? She's doing better, but still grumpy. All of her molars are coming in at different times, so it'll be a little bit until I get my old baby back.
Have you ever come to the realization that your life is NOT interesting enough to write about? That's where I am at right now....I'm boring. Our weekend was boring, just lounging around, we are a big family of boring.
In other news, or the past two to three nights I have had almost zero hours of sleep. The reason? A teething baby? A snoring husband? A snoring dog that has dramatic dream after dream? Well, yes, I have all of the above, but not one is the cause of my sleepless nights, I've mastered those noises. For the last couple of nights, I've heard scratching and squeaking and growling.....yes, growling under the floors in my bedroom. Ladies and gentlemen, we have some critters under living under my house. As soon as the sunsets this little family of critters go to town and I cannot sleep a wink, it creeps me out, makes my skin crawl. I hear them run back and forth, I hear them scratch themselves, I hear them squeak to each other, I've heard a stray cat get underneath there and terrorize their little village. Which that stupid cat obviously did a crap job, because they are still there. The reason why I cannot sleep is because the sounds really sound like they are in our bedroom, I know they aren't but it bothers me nonetheless. What's a girl to do? Get an arsenal of anti-critter weapons. ((sigh)) I would hate to have to ruin their little home, but I need sleep.....seriously. It's me or them.

Bye bye rodents {{ insert evil laugh}}