World's Cutest Baby, the poor sweetheart, has a miserable runny-nose cold. I am now constantly poised with a Kleenex, on 24-hour snot patrol. It's not nearly as glamorous as it sounds.
The time change has also completely screwed up her sleeping patterns, it's making her mad, and she's not hesitant to express her displeasure with me. I spent most of the past 24 hours listening to her complain. Loudly. Angrily. Nap-less-ly.
What a miserable day. I'm telling myself tomorrow has to be better. And right now American Idol is on and -- hey! -- it's Kenny Rogers night. Eases the pain.