On top of that, my angel baby is getting to be a big pain in the ass. This past week, she has not been sleeping through the night. I suspect it's a combination of growth spurt and her remaining vestiges of illness, but lord, she has not been sleeping well.

Last night, she nursed when I picked her up at daycare for a long time. Then I realized I left my wallet on top of the car and drove off with it, so spent about an hour and a half driving up and down my route several times searching in the dark for the glimpse of my black wallet on the road. I picked up Mike from school and we went home and I called and cancelled all my credit cards. Mike made soup and sammiches and got out a bottle of baby food -- apples and blueberries. He mixed it with a lot of cereal and she sucked it down and was pounding on her high chair tray for more, so I took half a banana and pureed it and mixed it with cereal and she downed it, too, the whole while banging on her tray for the food to come faster, dammit, faster.

Then Ms. Genny was up til midnight, and then she took to waking up about every hour crying for a bit and then going back to sleep. I have a way of telling if crying's serious or just stirrings. If I wake up once, but don't wake up again, then I can leave her. If I doze back off, and wake back up, I have to get her. We woke up finally about 445AM and she came in and ate nearly constantly until 730.

I know my number was in my wallet, so it was probably stripped and ditched. I'm kind of worried and bummed because I don't know what to do about the kids' social security cards that were in my wallet. In a state where there are a lot of illegal immigrants needing documentation, unsigned social security cards are gold. Also, I had about $40 in my wallet and $10 in lottery tickets and goodness knows, we could use it. I'm just stupid tired and sick and it sucks. You know it's bad when you can't remember what you did with what because putting one foot in front of the other requires concentration.

I made Mike take me home early from work, so I could get my drugs and go to sleep. I was dozing off in the car and then snoozed for an hour at home.

I've been so blessed up til now with this angel baby, so it's hard when she changes things up because I'm so totally spoiled rotten by my angel baby. I forgot how tired babies can make you and this working full-time and running a household and nursing a darling baby is a buttload of work. And my butt's loaded enough.