This is me today. Micah was up all night crying for no reason we could identify (turns out that he has some pretty bad diaper rash, which we didn't notice in the dark). As the CTO (chief technology officer) at our house, I've been dealing with new phone, internet, and satillite TV service that was installed last week. My cell phone beeps and blinks and me and I don't know how to get it to stop. I spent a good chunk of the weekend trying to de-bug my personal laptop that I use for all my scrapbooking stuff. And this morning, in my bleery sleepless state, my work computer and phone connection crashed in the middle of a deadline-driven meeting with my bos and her boss. In the midst of all this, Adam keeps quadruple-decduple checking about whether I want to go ahead with the purchase of a used car we saw last week.
I think I'd feel better if I had some time to exercise, but that seems to have gone by the wayside, along with my waistline. But that's a story for another time.
(To give credit where credit is due: image came from rachelmallino.wordpress.com/.../)
Postscript: car purchased, daddy cooked dinner, baby has replenished the calories he didn't get a daycare and is sleeping comfortably, and I'm off to bed at 9:22. Tomorrow is another day...