10:30PM- Finally get baby settled down and into bed. Fall asleep around eleven thirty after watching Seinfeld/attempting to make adult conversation.
1:30AM- Am awakened by furious screaming. Find baby sopping wet, having managed, in the space of three hours, to pee through a dry diaper, a onesie, pajamas, a blanket, a sheet, and a mattress protector.
5:00AM- Baby is hungry again, as urinating apparently works up an appetite.
8:23AM- Take Adelay to potty, where she swings legs and smiles sweetly. Finally give up and take her to her room for a clean diaper, where she promptly lays down on the edge of the bed and pees, soaking HER sheet and mattress protector, and also sending a river of pee down the edge of the bed, under the bed, and onto the hardwood floor.
9:00AM- While reaching into the fridge for the butter, knock egg onto the floor, spattering salmonella all over recently cleaned laminate.
1:30, 2:00, and 2:30PM- Adelay lets me know in no uncertain terms that napping will not be on the day's agenda. Nor, perhaps, on the agenda for the rest of her life, if the last three days are any indication. Hold me.