Miserable

Yup - I officially feel miserable. (That is certainly a grouse exaggeration, typical of North American society where we really have it very easy, but compared to my daily fair of well, well fed, happy, loved and professionally realized I feel miserable.) We had a visit from a friend of Diego's (she's 8 days younger) who is sleeping through the night. Inspired, we set up the playpen to see if having his own space would inspire longer runs of sleep. Do you think he knew we were trying to 'independisize' him? He responded by waking up every hour and a half the whole night. After the second time putting him down in the play pen we gave up and moved him to the bed. Then my day 'improved' with a visit to the dentist who overdid the anestesia. I miss my Colombian dentist who would often tell me "it's just a small cavity, I think I can do it without freezing" (actually, more like, tan pequeno, no necesita anestesia, but you get the picture). Here, to prevent liability (??) I got pumped up with 3 needles full of anestesia and 2 and a half hours later I still feel like I have a tongue the size of a basket ball, I'm hungry and can barely drink water.