I've been kind of ornery lately.

I grumped at Matt last night when he was slow to wake up to help with the baby. I downright snapped at him when he tried to do the finger-test to see if she was hungry. (In fairness to me, though, she'd been screaming and crying in my ear for a good five minutes that felt more like an hour, and the finger-test hasn't worked for over a month now. Which is not to say I couldn't have handled it better.)

I growled this morning when I got out of the shower and discovered that he was still asleep, which is ridiculous - he's been suffering from insomnia, and it's not like there was much he could have done if he'd gotten up. Getting the lunches out of the fridge only takes about two minutes, and it would've been a bad idea to wake Penny up and get her dressed since if she woke up hungry I wasn't around to feed her right away.

I was so ornery that he tiptoed around me for the rest of the morning.

And that, after he was fantastic and washed bottles and made bottles and lunches last night while Penny was nursing.

So now I'm in this kind of weird state of mind, where I feel guilty for being so grumpy for no good reason, but at the same time still irritable.

Is this going to be a great day, or what?

I did have a really wonderful dream last night. I dreamed I was singing to Penny while she sat on my lap, and she looked up at me and repeated the chorus back to me. "L-O-V-E / I love you!" Of course, it was in baby-talk, so it sounded more like, "Eh-Oh-Feeeee, I uff oo!" But it was still very adorable and heartwarming.

--Liz