If there is one thing motherhood has taught me...

It's that every time you think you have things figured out, your child will throw you a nasty curve.

We had a rough night. It's bound to happen from time to time, but it doesn't make me any less groggy and half frazzled. I'm not even sure why he woke up screaming, but he managed to throw his paci in the gap at the head of the bed and I had to crawl around on the floor half naked trying to squeeze myself under there to retrieve it.

Sorta funny in retrospect.

It's really a good thing he is cute, because otherwise, he might be fending for himself. (I kid, I kid, but I am now fully aware of the meaning of "no days off").

I gotta get back to struggling to eat my toast while Quinlon tries to climb up my arm and steal my food.