* Sleep Regressions. I can handle so much (more) if I've had enough sleep. But, when my formerly Sleeping Through the Night Kid decides to start waking up 3 times a night, I am toast. I am a fragile blown glass vase, ready to shatter at a moment's notice. I was reading Ann Lamott last night and she described living with a baby as having a malfunctioning alarm clock that keeps going off often and sporadically...and is set to the heavy metal station. Exactly. I wish Ann lived with me. She would make all this so much funnier.
* Stepping on my jeans. I have zero pairs of perfect jeans. Zero. Including the pair I just bought last week. I am so tired of these long jeans. I'm tired of walking on them. I'm tired of them dragging on the ground. I'm tired of trying to cuff them because that looks ridiculous. I'm tired of not being able to wear the same pair of jeans with heels or with flip flops. Am I asking too much from jeans? Have my legs shrunk?
* Making coffee. Can't it just make itself by now? And clean itself up? God. Maybe I need one of these.