Today was one of those days.
I didn't want to get out of bed.
I slept like crap last night.
Ellie woke up at 6:30 instead of 7:30.
Mike annoyed me last night and of course I was still annoyed this morning.
Getting her to nurse is like fighting with...well a 6 month old who is afraid she might miss out on something if she sits still...
Getting her to sleep is even worse.
We actually had a good nap snuggled in our bed.
After 30 min of trying to get her to CIO
We ran some errands and she was such a peach but she fell asleep for a little cat-nap in the car on the way home from the mall which totally screwed up her nap schedule.
We got home and from 3:30-5:30 was constant crying/fussing/screaming/ because she was tired and wouldn't take a nap.
Needless to say at 5:31 I popped in a bottle and she is <hopefully> down till morning.
Worst of all I started a low-carb diet and all I want is some *effing* chocolate.
I WILL be going to bed early tonight because I am definitely wearing my cranky pants and I have a feeling she will decide to get up at 6:30...or earlier...again tomorrow. I will die.