A Surprisingly Sane Blog

It was a good day, really it was.  But there were just some crappy things going on that made the day kind of suck.

1. I didn’t get enough sleep last night.
2. I lost my appetite and could barely eat anything.  For those of you who have seen me devour obscene amounts of pizza in one sitting, you know how weird that is.
3. My child has decided that naps should only last for 45 minutes at a time before she explodes in her diaper.   She then wakes up pissed off because she wasn’t really ready to be done snoozing.  Oh, but there is nowayinhell she’s going to go back to sleep once she’s awake.
4. I’m a bitch today.  I can’t even blame PMS.  I have no excuse.
5. My good friend is in the hospital.  Spending time with her today was a lot of fun.  The fact that she may need surgery sucks ass.  No one should have to deal with those kinds of health problems.  Especially such great people like her.
6. I chewed my thumbnail a little too much and it hurts.
7. My lower abdomen feels sick.
8. I am leaving town sans computer and husband for a week in a few days.  While I am very much looking forward to visiting my grandparents, I am going with my mom, sister, brother, and the girls.  I’m not sure how I’m going to survive a week under the same roof as a couple of the aforementioned people without my sweet hubby to hand me my Prozac.  Or my laptop.  I just may return prematurely gray.  Or bald.  I’ll be desperately trying to update my blog via iPhone.  That is, if they get cell phone reception out in the boonies.
9. My house is getting cluttered again even though we busted our butts scrubbing it this weekend.
10. We are leaving behind a lot of amazing people when we move to Seattle.  I know I need this move for my own sanity and personal growth, but the guilt is still there.  I just have to keep reminding myself that I have to stop living my life to please everyone else.
11. My milk jugs are still a mess.  If this turns into a breast infection, I’m going to cry.
12. My sister is dealing with a few really crappy things and I feel awful for her.  I’m gonna kick someone’s ass and leave him in the desert for buzzards to pick on his bones if he doesn’t leave her alone.  (No, Scotty, it’s not you.  Although I will tell you this… she’s not going to say the “L” word first.  She’s a Kuehl girl.  We *really are* that stubborn.  You’re just gonna have to break down and say it first.  You won’t be sorry. She’s a total gem.)

You can tell me to stop pissing and moaning now.  I know, it’s a pathetic sob story and you’re playing a teeny tiny violin just for me.

All I need now is Justin Timberlake all sexed up singing “Cry Me a River“.

I think it’s time for me to take my sorry ass to bed.  I’ll try not to trip on the way.

Current Mood: Sad

Ask your doctor for a boob pain-killer.

For some unknown reason, I have clogged milk ducts on both sides.  No amount of nursing, warm water, or massage has been able to soften them up.  Usually, I have no problem with them, and it’s not like April’s nursing habits have changed over the last few days to affect my milk production this drastically.

Holy crap, my jugs hurt.

Ow.

Current Mood: Alarmed