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What. A. Week.
I'm not sure exactly how much sleep I've gotten recently, but if I add to it the no sleep from last night, it's probably something like less than 10 hours in the last 3 days. Or maybe not. My brain is sort of on auto-pilot, and auto-pilot can't do math.
I've got a two year old just getting over a nasty cold. He gave it to my two MONTH old daughter, who I can't do much for (doctor says just keep a close eye on her...which I would be doing anyway, so that's kind of...useless advice). Now I've caught the cold, and my normal cure-all when I feel this...yuck...is doing nothing. Apparently, coffee is not actually supposed to fix all your problems. Pssh.
And so there is exhaustion and frustration and a lot of pathetic sounding baby coughing going on around here.
On top of this, I keep thinking that it's somehow a good idea to like, talk. Or type.
Yeah...it's not. Because every time I open my mouth, or start typing, I'm either snapping at somebody, making no sense, or just completely unable to say what I actually mean on any given subject.
You'd think I'd like, shut up. At least until I'm not feeling so...I dunno, fragile and psychotic.
But that's just not how I roll.
*Sigh*
And now that I've vented a bit, I feel...meh. About the same, really. Huh.
Um...oh, look! Lunch time!
I'm not sure exactly how much sleep I've gotten recently, but if I add to it the no sleep from last night, it's probably something like less than 10 hours in the last 3 days. Or maybe not. My brain is sort of on auto-pilot, and auto-pilot can't do math.
I've got a two year old just getting over a nasty cold. He gave it to my two MONTH old daughter, who I can't do much for (doctor says just keep a close eye on her...which I would be doing anyway, so that's kind of...useless advice). Now I've caught the cold, and my normal cure-all when I feel this...yuck...is doing nothing. Apparently, coffee is not actually supposed to fix all your problems. Pssh.
And so there is exhaustion and frustration and a lot of pathetic sounding baby coughing going on around here.
On top of this, I keep thinking that it's somehow a good idea to like, talk. Or type.
Yeah...it's not. Because every time I open my mouth, or start typing, I'm either snapping at somebody, making no sense, or just completely unable to say what I actually mean on any given subject.
You'd think I'd like, shut up. At least until I'm not feeling so...I dunno, fragile and psychotic.
But that's just not how I roll.
*Sigh*
And now that I've vented a bit, I feel...meh. About the same, really. Huh.
Um...oh, look! Lunch time!
