I had the most brutal Sunday night in recent memory. The baby woke up seven times, leaving me with less than 3 hours of sleep. I had to skip my Monday evening yoga class because I just wasn't going to make it. By the time I went to bed, at eight, I had a pounding headache. I dreamed about pancakes. Nothing comprehensive, just pancakes. Fortunately, the baby slept through and her dad and I were only awakened by the howling wind. That wasn't super fun either, but at least I'm caught up for sleep.

I went to visit at work yesterday. It was nice to see people. It won't be long, though, before I'm seeing them all the time. Not an exciting thought, but what can you do?

Well, I'm going to go be lazy.