I slept until 7:06 this morning. I have to leave the house at 7:15. I didn’t do this on purpose, and I wish I could say that I woke feeling refreshed, but instead I woke feeling like GAAAAAAKK!! SHIIIIIIZZZZZ!! Shower brush teeth. Floss? No floss no time get bottles and breast pump shizz forgot ice pack for cooler get ice pack trip over the dog carry crap to the car seeya bye honey have a nice day. No earrings no makeup wet hair cruddy flip flops, and Why Did I Get Up Today? Too bad we can’t have pajama day at work. That would simplify things.
Fridays are nice because they are the last day before the weekend.
Fridays are hard because they are the fifth day in a row that I’ve had to wake up early, assemble myself into some facsimile of a reasonable adult professional person, and drive an hour to work. By the fifth attempt of the week to do the morning routine, I am considerably more sloppy, more reluctant, and more sleepy.
Fridays are a two-cups-of-coffee day.
And this particular Friday, I am skeeved out by the prospect of my first pump. Is the errant boob healed? I hope so. Otherwise I get the willies just thinking about it. SHUDDER.
In any case, TGIF.
Coundown to baby sleeping through the night – T minus 25 days.
(What does T minus mean? Do people really say this?)
I say t-minus all the time. Don\’t know exactly what it means, I am not that geeky I guess. Pretty geeky though. So why is the baby going to sleep in 25 days? I am not trying to rain on your parade, just missed something. I was surprised last week when I got to seem my best girlfriend and her 4 month old. Apparently he was pretty fussy and they started taking him to a chiropractor, different child. Who knew?