today she's not hilarious

Today, Mi Animalia is apparently not as hilarious as usual. I've only experienced a few minutes of the horror that is her because I've been at work all day. I can only recount what my parents have told me. She's congested. She won't eat. She cries constantly. She's tired. So she's going to the doctor this afternoon. All of these things are very uncharacteristic of her as I was blessed with the baby nature thought I could handle: good humored, relaxed, very clear in her needs. I feel sorry for my parents.

It was the exact same thing at home without me on Saturday, only again, it wasn't with me. She was with her dad all day long, terrorizing him. He even brought her to me so that I could nurse her and put her to sleep on my break. He was so tired when I got home he looked like he was going to cry. I'm not sure why but it made me want to do an obnoxious football-style touchdown dance. Before that day, dad seemed to think that maternity leave was some kind of nice, semi-paid vacation. We'd had a deal about that... he could sleep at night and go to work and I'd live in the living room and take care of the animal. It was just as well. He doesn't wake up at night NO MATTER WHAT and he'd give me a break to shower and eat when he'd get home in the afternoon. He'd get home and look at the disaster that was the house, dishes in the sink, laundry piled up (clean and dirty, different locations), me still in my pajamas and the baby in a onesie asleep on the Boppy, dinner not even close to being made.

The first time he had her alone all day, she was her typical lovely self, quiet, observant. Nice. He kind of rubbed it in, telling me all HE'D been able to do while I was gone. He decided that he could be a house husband. I guess he'd started to doubt my exhausted tales of her first couple of months.

After Saturday though, he's changed his mind. To which I say "UH! IN YOUR FACE!"