The temperature has dropped noticably over the last couple of days; and Eva does not approve. That's the only reason I can come up with for her being so inconsolably grumpy every time I try to put her down, I think she wants to be held so she can leach my body heat. Basically, what I'm saying is that my daughter is a cat or possibly a lizard. I have been calling her Reptile Brain (Affectionately! Her other nickname is Milk Breath), so I may have brought this on myself.
Yesterday I didn't ever manage to calm her down long enough for me to have a shower until it just seemed a bit pointless especially as I wasn't going to be leaving the house or seeing anyone anyway, and so I just changed into a warmer set of pajamas. Today though has been a victory of baby wrangling and time management - I've eaten breakfast before noon, had a shower (AND I washed my hair and put some styling product in it! I know!) and put on clean clothes that are not designed purely for sleeping in.
I feel like I have accomplished so much. It's funny how your goals and standards change isn't it?