Would you like to know how my night was last night? I will tell you. Andrew went to sleep around 10 p.m. I finally fell asleep around 11. Then, he woke up 12. Then, he woke again at 2 a.m. and then at 2:45 a.m. He didn't go back to sleep until 3:30 a.m. Then he woke again at 5:30 a.m. Then, Becca woke up at 6:00 a.m. yelling that her lambie had fallen behind her bed.
Wow. I thought it would be better by now. But it isn't.
Also, it is that time of year. The good ol' holiday spirit is kicking in and I'm feeling stressed out about it. It is hard enough to get daily shit accomplished [see also: floor covered in crumbs and toys, refrigerator empty due to screaming infant in grocery store] without a new infant in the house and with a full night of sleep. Now that everything is topsy turvy, I just feel like I'm standing in the middle of a swirling maelstrom and I can't focus my eyes. Every once in a while something will zip by me, and I think, "Oh yes. I need to do that." But then it is gone and I can't remember my middle name, much less what I'm supposed to be doing. Then I wonder why shit is flying around my head.
I keep walking into rooms and find myself wondering why I'm in there. I keep losing things.
[Side note: if you are someone who I usually buy Christmas gifts for, please....PLEASE, just send me some ideas, because otherwise, you are going to get whatever random item I find when I flip open the Plow and Hearth catalog and point to something. So, unless you're really in the market for a pig-shaped watering can, it would be good to give me some hints.]
My brain is sluggish, my memory is shot, my ability to accomplish anything seems to be gone. I can't even remember what I'm supposed to be doing long enough to....
Sorry. What was I saying? I have a nagging feeling that I was thinking about something important.
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