Not as in funky and awesome, but as in I'm in a funk.
Or, as my mom would prefer, stinks.
I don't know if it's because of the rain the past few days after a million days of 80F weather or just general moodiness on my part or what.
I am going to blame part of it on the bambina's lack of good sleep. Her crappy sleep schedule makes mine and J's sleep schedules HORRENDOUS. No, I'm not exaggerating. She's perfectly fine for naps and when we first lay her down at night. It lulls us into a false sense of security. Once she wakes up in the middle of the night there's no going back to peacefulness. She screams and cries if we try to lay her down. Clean diaper, bottle, singing and she's sleeping like a baby (duh) in our arms. As soon as we try to lay her down it's WAAAHHHing so loud, I'm thankful we don't have neighbors at the moment. Lest you think I'm horrible and completely annoyed by her, let me insert an adorable picture here:
I mean, really. How could I stay annoyed at that angel? I do still wish she'd sleep better.