Really?

There are times when I am so overwhelmed with gratitude for all that I have--my career, my beautiful son, my looks (ok--that was a joke) and then there are times when I just feel like looking up at the Big Man/Woman in the sky and saying, "Really? This is the best you could do?" Today is one of those days.

I am sitting in my office, drinking a green tea (iced, vente, unsweetened) trying not to pass out from exhaustion, and---wait, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Nathan, my sweet light of my life two year old, is getting his molars. So he has turned from the "sweet light of my life two year old" into an insane, 30 pound nightmare that head butts and bites small children, says "no" about 1,000 times a day, throws food, and refuses to sleep at anything more 20 minute intervals. Aaaaah. And I thought picking a jury or dealing arrogant attorneys was difficult.

So the question is—why? Why must the situation be this way? Why do babies/children have to suffer through so much at so small? The question hidden within this question—why must I have to suffer because he is suffering? I know, could I be more narcissistic? Probably not. But while Nathan is rolling around in the dirt today, head butting kids and making the daycare really work for their money, I've been up since 4:45 am, at the office since 5:30 am (yes, I really am that low maintenance) for an east coast client telephonic meeting, and I'm exhausted.

Anyway, while I drink my green tea (and ignore my email chiming) I wonder--maybe teething is God's way of getting them ready for the bigger pains in life?