the best of times, the worst of...oh hell, you know how it is.

Gabriel's sick, crying and nursing like a fiendish fiend. I am tired, ready to cry and my boobies hurt. And that's the story today. But on the plus side: I have the weekend off, again! and I finished my residency application. Tomorrow we are going on a hike (really, tomorrow we'll argue about where to go and how to get there, then the baby will cry all the way in the backseat, we'll forget sunscreen/food for the baby/a map, I'll feel horribly guilty and take it out on my spouse). I'm stumping for a pre-hike breakfast at my favorite diner in the whole world. I will be successful, I can just feel it.