This week I fought and won the hard battle of the yearly pediatrician check-up. Thankfully I escaped with a pulled muscle in my back, rather than the black eye that Harrison tried to give me when he got his flu shot. That was a fun one.
There was that whole election thing that happened where I wanted to throw tomatoes at Facebook and quit the universe forever, but hey look! November 7th occurred without an apocolypse!
Then this morning he decided that 4:45 AM was the time to be jumping on the bed. So I got up with him at 5 AM, made two cups of hot coffee and sat under my light therapy lamp. By 6:30 AM, I was raring to go for the day. By 7 AM, he was crashed out in my bed until I had to shake him awake at 8:15 AM. Yeah, kid. Nicely done.
I’ve been covering for two coworkers that are out on family leave this week, which explains why I’ve been absent both on here and my personal blog. Momma ain’t got time or brain power leftover at the end of the day.
(See also: Haven’t worn makeup all week. Yikes.)
Plus, I’ve been facing down depression and anxiety because someone thought Daylight Saving Time was a grand idea and I’d like to punch that someone in the junk.
Needless to say, it has been the kind of week where I have longed for nothing but the weekend.
I don’t have any cool plans – mostly just cleaning and hopefully getting my living room curtains sewn before the neighbors get tired of seeing me in my skivvies. I’d like to try and get some baking done and watch SpiderMan because I have a nerd crush on Andrew Garfield.
What are you up to this weekend? I miss y’all. Let’s hope for a gentle week next time, okay?
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