The polar opposite of lethargy

You broke your first fever yesterday and were up pretty much ALL. Night. Long.

You fell asleep around 5:30 a.m. and AND THEN you preceded to arise all bushy tailed and bright eyed this morning at 8 like nothing happened.

You are looking at me like:
"Who is that grayish crumpled creature walking around in mama's clothes."

And I'm all:
"That's my old friend CRAZY FROM LACK OF SLEEP. Watch out because her driving is horrible and she bites."

And the pacifier/thermometer proved utterly useless (just like half of the baby crap I've bought) as you wouldn't keep it in your mouth.

Ugh.