Massive hugs for everyone who is finding it a bit tough right now.
It's no coincidence that postnatal depression often starts to kick in around 4-6 months, I do think it is the point when the going really starts to get tough. For the first few weeks you are high as a kite on hormones and feel invincible after conquering childbirth (in all its many forms) but as the hormones disappear, the visitors slow down and the genuine exhaustion kicks in the reality of the new 'normal' is quite overwhelming.
Rationally I know it gets better as I survived it with grumpy 1 but on days like today the world does feel rather stacked against us and all I did was survive a trip to Asda with a screaming baby - definitely a firstworldproblem but did reduce me to tears.
Anyway, teething has started in the dwarf house - gah! Bright red cheeks, green poo, nappy rash (for the first time ever) and constant gnawing of the hands. Oh, and did I mention the night waking - waaah! DH and I had the least amount of sleep last night that we have had since she was about a fortnight old. It was brutal. The really depressing part is that it is almost certainly going to be a couple of months before there is any sign of a pearly white. Grumpy 1 was the same - it seems that the teeth start moving around in the gums quite some time before they actually decide to make an appearance.
Its also about minus 50 in the dwarf house overnight so I went out today and bought a proper thermostat for the boiler so we can have a more amenable ambient temperature. It means our gas bill will be larger for this winter but I can live with that, anything to get the washing drying 
lily I hear you on the pet front. We have a cat, which is in many respects much, much easier than dogs but still drives me to distraction. Because no-one is downstairs stroking her of an evening she is all over the work-tops in the kitchen, the dining room table etc. I cant put anything down on a flat surface without it getting covered in cat crap. I pulled back the shower curtain the other evening to find the bath splattered with blood and cat fur (who knows what met its untimely end in there) and totally lost it with DH. If it wasn't for the fact that grumpy 1 would be devastated it would definitely have been re-homed by now and I too was one of those people who always said I'd never get rid of my pet. Don't feel bad, do what you need to do to maintain sanity.
frolic sorry to hear that you are still lurgyed up. Mugabe Nights serves Beechams with a whisky chaser which should sort you out. We had second jabs on Friday, much better than first jabs I am happy to report.
fatty glad that DD is okay, it's awful when they do things like that. Grumpy 1 came home from school with a massive bruise on her face today and I proper went into interrogation mode to find out what had happened.
fanby hope you have had a better day and got to go back to sleep this morning!
Happy anniversary's (of all types) giraffes, tindel and anyone else who was dtd a year ago today 
Must go find a star costume for grumpy 1. All these crafty things we need to do for school are so far out of my comfort zone its untrue. Fortunately my Mum is amazing at this stuff so I farm it out to her. Grumpy 1 (who as you have probably worked out by now is a bit of a character) did ask the other day what we were going to do about making and mending stuff once Granny dies. I told her that Granny wasn't planning on dieing anytime soon to which she said, "that's good Mummy as it'll take you a while to get good at craft" 