Insult, meet injury
Julia is not napping for the 3rd day in a row. She is in her room making noises that sound decidedly unrestful, and if the past 2 days are any indication, she should be a holy melted terror by 6:00 this evening.
As if that wasn't bad enough all by itself, our cable modem has been out virtually all day. No Internet for me today, except in tiny little useless doses (one of which will hopefully enable me to actually post this entry).
I realize there are wars to worry about and terrible social injustices throughout the world and starving children in whichever country it's in vogue to cite these days. And really, those are far more pressing problems in the grand scheme of things. But in my totally myopic self-absorbed world, today pretty much constitutes a worst case scenario. Not THE worst case, but definitely A worst case.
Is it bedtime yet?