I had more dreams last night. Strange dreams in which everyone called me “heavy.” I didn’t even think it odd, really. Until I woke up and realized that I just spent roughy six hours telling myself I’m fat in my sleep. I’m sure a therapist would go to town on this realization. Although, it’s not a huge surprise. I *am* PMSing and, let’s be honest, my belly isn’t the only thing still large one year Post Partum. And, seeing as how I spent most of yesterday obsessing about my adult-zit ridden face and wardrobe, really, I gotta chalk this one up to “No Shit Sherlock.”Read more
This morning, very early in the single digits of the day, I woke up to pee. No biggie. Except that when I got up, I was so dizzy I couldn’t walk. I thought it would go away shortly. I thought I’d be ok after a few minutes. Only I wasn’t. It lasted an hour. Yes, I was up for an hour at 2am. When I did finally go back to sleep, I had horrible dreams. I woke up convinced I had some terrible disease. I said to myself, “LB will never remember her mom.” I actually thought this, people. Don’t run away screaming freak just yet. There’s more.
So as I lay there, awake again, I think of all the things my dizziness could be. Is it vertigo? Is it a virus? Is it MS? Damn all those sugar free coffee syrups. Stupid lo calorie option. Oy. My brain... Read more
Ok, so, I *think* everyone can log in now. Not that if you’re reading this you’d be able to tell me that you can’t because you wouldn’t be reading this. Uh. ::tapping microphone:: Is this thing on?
I had a rough weekend with my blog. It was acting exactly like an eleven month old without a nap. I should know. But now I think we’re mostly ok and up and running. Again. Ahem. I hope. (seriously, I do this for a living people. You can see why we’re B-A-ROKE)
Now, I’ve added a lovely feature over there on the side bar called, “Mrs. Flinger’s Post of the Week.” I LOVE y’alls writing. That’s why I blog, dudettes. I love hearing what y’all have to write and damn if y’all are freakin’... Read more
I remember thinking I new what tired was. I remember complaining about being tired in high school. I’m a chick that loves her nine hours of sleep and boy-oh-boy what I cranky when I didn’t get it.
Then I had a baby. People would tell me when I was pregnant, “Sleep now, ‘cause you never will again.” Or they’d make comments like, “Oh, ya, you think it’s hard to sleep when you’re pregnant, try feeding the baby every three hours.” I thought they were rude. It was lost on me. See, I wasn’t asking them how rotten it is gonna get, I was saying that right now, I feel tired. That’s all. Just that this is what I’m going through, and compared to what I’ve had up until now, this is rough.Read more