I keep swearing to myself that I'm going to post today. Today will be the day. Gosh, nothing like breaking your own goals all in the name of sleep!
In my defense, I'm still healing from my surgery (doing just great), plus im still getting over the cold from hell (or was it a flu?) and now Dustin is fighting it, too. Well, he got it, no doubt about that, but he's recovering. I loaded him up with alkaseltzer cold&flu and zinc drops, plus vitamins and lots of water and rest and he seems to be doing a lot better. Better than I was! I'm blaming it on his having two lungs and me only half that.
On top of the surgery and family cold, sweet Squid is teething hard core. As in, for the past three nights I've been having to get up every two hours and change/feed/comfort him. It's been a while since he was a newborn, so my body is NOT liking the whole lack of deep-sleep thing. Even if I'm getting enough hours total, being disrupted all damn night long has been hard on a recovering cold/flu lady with one lung. I swear to gosh I sound like. 72 year old man with emphysema. Okay, maybe not THAT bad and it IS getting better, but I'm so self conscious of my coughing out in public. I don't know why, though. Everyone stares at the one-legged chick in a wheelchair pushing a stroller with a pretty little baby anyways.
So, yeah. Still alive 'round these parts, just trying to hold on to my sanity and no force myself to stay up too late. A grouchy Momma/Wife is scary as hell. I'm using (and have been LOVING) my super freaking rad iPad to post this via the Blogsy app ($4.99 at the app store and worth all 499 pennies) -- check it out if you're a Typepad user, as the Typad app BLOWS. It blows harder than my nose this past week and a half. Har-har-har. Snot jokes. Real mature, woman. (Yup, I like to talk to myself. Word.)
I'll be back with pictures from my friend's beautiful wedding, soon. I DayQuil-ed it up, packed more tissues than a 13 year old with a loose topped prom dress and apologized to everyone around me for my gross snot snorting and blowing and emphasyma-man hack coughs. I did get to see my friend get married, though. It was worth the exhaustion the next day.
All right, now I'm rambling.
Thanks for checking back in!
Lots of love,