I'm tired. So very, very tired. I wanted to write a nice long bloggy blog about my adventures in breastfeeding... but I'm just too tired. I feel like my brain has just.plain.stopped.working.period.done.Do not pass go, do not collect $100. Ugh.
The worst part? It's only Tuesday. TUESDAY. I mean, its not as if it is Thursday, and the week has been busy and is now almost over...no, I've only completed two work days but for some reason I just feel like I've been run over by a truck. And oh, correction, the worst part of it isn't that its only Tuesday and I feel like falling asleep while doing the dishes earlier, (literally, the thought actually ran through my mind "maybe if I just rested my eyelids for a moment..." Good think I didn't or I would have ended up head first into the soapy pasta pan, but I digress), its that the next three days of my work week involve me either needing to leave for work extremely early (6:30 am anyone, you know it is DARK AT THAT TIME NOW, unheard of!) or me staying late or just plain long (damn you safety committee, damn you to hell).
Not to mention I'm still only seeing my Lucy for an hour or two at night which just makes me sad. So, very sad. This sucks.
Sorry this entry isn't uplifting, interesting or funny (ok, maybe the mental picture of me asleep in the kitchen sink may be marginally funny to some, but admit it, its weak even for me). I've basically bored myself almost to sleep just writing this. I probably shouldn't even post it...oh hell, why not. On a positive note, I'm sure my next blog entry will be much better than this one, something to look forward to, no?
Do you have any hellish work weeks or exhausting stay at home stories to commiserate with me? Misery loves company...please do share!
"Love makes you smile when you're tired."