I really wanted to start blogging more regularly. I even have all these ideas of blogs I want to write. I’ve got thugs I want to say. But I just don’t have the energy. I’m so wiped out all the time, and it’s starting to get to me. Something has to give. I’ll be hoping, praying for change. I have… Read More
…Aaaaaaaand, with an interesting bit of irony… … I’ve found the worse you complain about something, the better it seems to turn out. For example, when my schedule was RIDICULOUS at the OB/GYN office I used to work at, I would print a copy of it off, take it to the manager and the doctors, and show them how absurd… Read More
I don’t understand how I can love him so incredibly much during the day… … and hate him so much at night. It’s 10:23 pm, and my child is awake. His bedtime is 7:00 pm. Strange how that works, isn’t it? I’m tired of bitching and complaining about my sons sleep habits, or lack thereof. Every time I think to… Read More
late night crazies
Working midnights sucks. I’m tired, it can be busy enough to kill me, and Mondays suck. But the ladies that I work with are hilarious, crazy, and make the night go by so quickly. Brock is home alone with the baby. They had a great weekend last weekend – baby went down well, stayed asleep fairly well, and didn’t fuss…. Read More
My friend has a blog. I absolutely luff it. She makes me laugh. Although she isn’t on Xanga (yet!), you should check her out. Freckletree That is all.
Sometimes I really don’t know what I would do without my Xanga. We’re hiring a new nanny. We just don’t like leaving Ronan in daycare. Beyond the fact that he’s one of 10 – yes TEN – infants in a room with only two teachers, it’s a huge pain in my rear to have to fiddle-fart with everything to get… Read More
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