I woke up too early (well, by MY standards...apparently, babies have no standards...they decide they hate life, you try to fix it, they go back to sleep and leave you all lost and sleepy and they don't even bother making any coffee first).
I think I made some coffee? Oh, yeah. I did. Success!
I can't feel my fingers. Why am I even awake?
Ah, yes, that's right...a growling baby. I have one. She's the worst alarm clock ever.