So, I have had a bad day. No, I don't really want to talk about it, but then again maybe I do. I don't want to talk about what's wrong but just know that it caused some sort of breakdown-kinda-day, a ton of tears (caught in action at church...had to leave quick), a lot of long naps, and a huge headache.
Throw in a few fun dip sticks (way better than the loose sugar that comes with them) and a half bag of Chester's flamin' hot fries and my comfort food buried my problems a little deeper.
This is the time where I would run to Kentucky, to my parent's house, but they have their own things going on and I want to visit when Sehara gets out of school. That's at the end of this month and I can wait that long.
Tim took Carson with him to his brother's apartment so I could get a break from his crying. He just keeps crying and crying and whining. I don't know if it's his teeth, if I'm not producing enough milk and he's hungry, or if he is just a crybaby. I hope it is his teeth, but if he's hungry that won't be an issue for long because I plan on weaning him to formula soon. I might have to hand him over for a day or two or just suck it up and do it myself. It's going to be horrible.
I've been spending my time lately watching a lot of Private Practice on Netflix, trying to lose weight, trying to get Sehara to behave, feeding Carson new foods, re-evaluating how I feel about people, trying to not post mean facebook statuses about other people, texting and chatting online with good friends I haven't spoken to in a while, debating whether or not to delete my facebook, and watering strawberry plants that I think aren't going to make it.
I really need to find a good recipe for those fried dill pickles. Have you tasted them? Oh, divine.
I have a cradle-roll song STUCK in my head. "I'm glad I am a pretty butterfly..." and I'm thinking it's time for it to get un-stuck, even though it's an adorable song.
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