Tired Is As Tired

4:00, and I still haven't worked out. This has also been a carb-o-licious sort of day thus far, but the fact is, I've been damn good--down to 170, as of two days ago--so I'm going to let it slide. Put the blame on S.A.D.
Beside me, Cal has re-emerged from his post-Jolly Jumper nap, and is chewing on the straps of my backpack. He's been an extremely screamy boy this week, mainly due to frustration--he's learned to flip over and is trying hsi best to crawl, but every time he does, all he manages is a sort of inchworm hump that drives his face straight into the mattress, or the floor, or the pillow...whatever he's resting on, at the time. And then he shrieks, and I flip him back over, and he HATES that, so he shrieks again. All you can hope to do at that point is to distract him, perhaps with food, or a change, or the fascinating spectacle of his own feet (which he can now shove inside his mouth without much extra effort). Otherwise it's Shriek City all the way until Steve comes home, with occasional brief detours onto Dry Hacking Sob Road or Disconsolate Crying Avenue.
Today I went to St. Mike's Cathedral Rectory to meet with Deacon Bob, our Baptismal Advisor. We had a conversation which went a little something like this:
"So you've never been baptized?"
"No."
"Not even into another denomination?"
"No."
"But you do know that Callum will have to be baptized into the Church, right?"
"Yes."
"And you're okay with that?"
...uh, YEEEEES...
But there's really no right answer to that one, is there? I have to wonder: Does he get a whole lot of clueless apostates who come to this point and then suddenly blurt out Oh SHIT, is THAT what this was all about? Holy crap, I thought this was just to get him registered with the Catholic school board, and shit! Sorry to waste your time, Deacon Bob!
Ah, hell: He's an okay guy, just like Steve's Dad. But I'm tired, and this isn't helping matters much.