Allow me to introduce you to the world's worth teether.
I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been out drinking all night, but in reality I was up half the night with an inconsolable toddler and I was sleeping the other half of the night in the living room with said toddler on my chest. And for the record, having a toddler sleep on your chest is not like having a sweet little baby sleep on your chest because the toddler is much, much heavier. And she has more hair on her head which tickles your chin when you're trying to sleep.
Her saving grace as always, though, is just how darn cute she is in the morning. It almost makes me forget how miserable the night was.
Almost. But not quite.