checking out, checking in, checking out...again...

And just when I thought things had finally settled down after the trauma on babies that is called "Daylight Savings time" we have a day like today where GAS is the monster in my baby's bowels. We had been doing SO SPLENDIDLY for so many weeks, having a good nap in the morning, eating, playing up a storm (the energy and length of time she spends kicking and waving her little arms could light up our house), then having another good nap in the afternoon... to today. She only slept for 40 minutes before waking up wailing. I usually just go in there, pop the soother in, and we're good to go. I can have my coffee, fold some laundry, watch the cooking channel...

Not today.

Not that I don't like spending time cuddling with Anneka, but there's this little thing that I'm doing called school and I need to get it done a week earlier because of my parents' 40th anniversary.

Not that I'm crazy enough, being a new mom and working on a course at the same time... sometimes I feel like I need a trip to the spa for the mind...

Anyways, on top of that, we decided, in our infinite wisdom, to start Anneka sleeping through the night. I am enjoying the sleep deprivation that comes from getting up three times a night to comfort a wailing child...

So today, when I tried for an hour to comfort her and she refused to be comforted, peace was no more.

So when M comes home and heads for the computer to check who's winning his "Risk" game on Facebook and totally ignores my whines for understanding (IS ASKING FOR A HUG TOO MUCH?)... I lost it... I feel like I'm needing all those medications the doctors who I transcribe for talk about...

Well enough of the rant... I guess some days you just need more sleep to deal with the various adventures life hurls at you...


Did I mention that I have a bad cold?