was the new moon. And it showed! I spent a good two and a half hours trying to get the Infanta to sleep (ok, Daddy had her for a chunk of that, while I played with crochet), while myself exhausted and fighting a nasty headache I'd had since mid afternoon, which caffeine and Tylenol had barely scratched. It wasn't pretty. I finally said some bad bad words and brought her into bed with us (after dosing her with motrin); she immediately latched on to the nearest boob and nursed herself to sleep. Why couldn't she have done that two hours before?! Then she slept quite well.
Perhaps ironically, Moxie posted about managing stress today.