This here, seen above, is the bane of my existence this week. 

 I feel bad for Max, for having to deal with such changes and pressure and icky-ness and sleeplessness. 

 I feel helpless because I can give him temporary relief, I cannot take it away.    

 I want for the tooth to cut already. 

 I want for atleast one night over the next five to be restful, to a point where we both wake and feel refreshed.

 This holiday weekend will be spent doing the following :
-SLEEPING, especially when Max’s sleeps.

What’s is the bane of your existence?  How do you cope?