I Can Do This.

Don't you hate those days when you just can't seem to wake up but have to get up and so you seek refuge in a Pilates class but that one super annoying chatty woman won't stop yapping and you can't hear the instructor and end up hurting your groin by doing the pose incorrectly so you head home even more worked up and in need of rest but the baby takes a nap for only 20 minutes and then is awake for 6 more and then you drop a huge tub of Balmex diaper rash cream on your knee which requires a couple of Advil and ice just so you can hoist your battered body up off the floor and haul around the sleepless baby and then you finally get the baby in bed but he's awoken 30 minutes later by screaming baseball fans that live in the same apartment building as you and then you're again trying to get him to sleep even though he doesn't want to but really does and all you can think is, hot damn I wish I hadn't had the Advil so I could drink a bottle of wine or possibly even gin?

Yeah, me too.