Good Times, Bad Times

You know I've had my share, mainly good times though (I've been lucky) - although last night was not really one of them. See, Lydia had her immunization shots in the morning, and was running a fever and irritable for the rest of the day. Aaaaand night. Translation: little sleep for me, absolutely no sleep for Terri. We're rather fortunate that Lydia is a relatively calm baby (so we're told) and so, aside from a few growth-spurt-related crises, there haven't been many days where I've truly felt like the stereotypical flat-out exhausted and unproductive new parent. This, however, is one of those days. No amount of coffee seems to be doing the trick - I'm up to a litre, and momentarily will be heading to the caf for more. My head feels like it weighs a ton; a bowling ball balancing on a golf tee, threatening to slam down onto my keyboard at any moment. No less than three co-workers have told me I look terrible, and I'm sure the rest are chuckling at my more-disheveled-than-usual look, which I complimented with a tie this morning it an attempt to draw attention away from my wrinkled shirt and unshaven face...

But I am in relatively good cheer - it's impossible to be upset at a three month old, whose cuteness - even when pouting and whimpering - can settle my most sour mood. Is that the sappiest thing I've ever written on here? Probably. Shit I'm tired.

Here's a review of Coraline: http://www.avclub.com/articles/coraline,23467/

EDIT: Update from home - Little Miss is doing much better this morning - sleeping
and all. Also, things seem to be looking up here as there was only one muffin left at the caf, and it was carrot. Score. AND a killer Guided By Voices track just came across my headphones.