I made a promise to myself that this blog wouldn't be a diary. I didn't want this space to be an outlet for whatever negative thoughts are swimming in my grey matter. I promised I would never crab about my husband doing this or that here (generally speaking), and never write miserable things that spiral into more misery. Keep a positive attitude and write about positive things!
But that's tough.
Especially when my 9 month old makes a conscious decision to stop sleeping from 1am to 3am or so for nights in a row and I’m so tired and crabby that I actually start believing that one can possibly die from exhaustion and there’s still laundry and dishes to do during the day and my toilet is so disgusting I almost don’t even want to pee in it and the toys are all over every inch of the living room tripping me until I get mad and kick them and my baby may or may not be done breast feeding and the only reason she still is is because I make her and I think that I should just stop and feed the kid a darn bottle because that's all she wants anyway and my husband comes home from work and turns on the tv so as not to have to interact with a very tired very strung out very crabby me and then I get even more crabby because my husband comes home to ignore everything and then drifts off to sleep while I lie awake worrying about stupid stuff like whether or not the 1am-3am cry fest is going to impact daytime sleeping and whether I’ll have it together enough the next day to get outside the house.
SIGH. I guess they can’t ALL be good days...