Grey hairs...

I wouldn't be surprised if I get grey hairs this week or the next. Justus is cutting teeth, so he's cranky and won't sleep, which makes him crankier. Which makes me lose sleep, which makes me crankier. Jeremy's working longer, leaving earlier, so he doesn't get back to relieve me until 2 or 3 in the afternoon. By which time it's too late for me to take a nap.

This was supposed to last five days, but it's turning into a two-week endeavor. Two weeks of slobbery, fussy, cranky Justus and a complete caffeine dependancy - since I have to be there before 5 a.m., as Jeremy has to be at the airport in Parowan around 5:30. Handy dandy.
Then, I got a call from Christina, who also wants me to babysit. Tomorrow. In the middle of Meghan's birthday party. By which time Jeremy will not be back, so I'll have both of them at the same time. Christiana is a little easier to watch, thankfully. She can just run around with the other kids. No biggie. I want a backpack for Justus, though.

If I have hair left by the sixteenth, when I start my job training, I'm betting it will be iron grey. If I'm ever crazy enough to say I want kids, I fully expect someone to shoot me and put me out of my misery, right after reminding me of these two weeks from Hell.