For some reason, I am completely dragging ass the past few days. For nearly a week I have been over-tired and lacked any amount of energy to accomplish anything. I feel bad for Carrie because she\'s always running around like a busy bee and I have been struggling to keep up. Not sure where this has come from, and there is no real reason why I should be this way.

Add to that the fact that Carrie spends all day taking care of and entertaining our little girl who, as of late, prefers to communicate in an entirely different octave of human voice. She\'s been doing nothing but squealing. Mind you, some of these squeals are squeals of joy and delight, but in the blink of an eye they change over to squeals of displeausure in some way. I don\'t know how it happens, but even though the squeals of joy and the squeals of displeasure are just as loud and piercing, the latter always seems to find that lobe of the brain that makes you wince up like bug under a magnifying glass. You literally get temporarily paralyzed by its sound.

Anyway, I further feel bad because here I am complaining about being tired and Carrie is always on, never sleeps, always up with Olivia and still finds time to cook, clean, and make dinner. I am always in utter amazement at the number of things she can do at one time while taking care of a child. I think I need to tell her that more often...