Tired

So, I've stayed up way too late chatting with Mom the last two nights. I need more sleep.

And apparently taking a nap in the afternoon, instead of leaving me feeling refreshed and cheerful, finds me waking up angry and frustrated and ready to cry at the drop of a hat.

Great.

Leo's bilirubin is back up, so he's back on the lights. We're off to the lab again Friday. At least they're not making me take him to the ER to get it checked tomorrow. Ugh.

And Guy didn't nap today, either. That makes two days of yelling at me from his crib. Nothing like an angry two-year-old yelling your name to make you feel loved.