Seriously, this month has BLOWN. It just has. I don’t mean to come here and complain, but holy crap, y’all.
For February to be the shortest month of the year, it has been long on chaos and uncertainty and frustration and drama and chaos. Did I say that twice? That’s how tired I am of the ridiculousness. (Is that even a word? I can’t even tell anymore.)
I haven’t blogged this week because, honestly, I don’t know what to say that doesn’t make me sound like a Whiny McWhinerson.
I’m tired. My brain hurts. My heart hurts. My head hurts. Decisions have to be made and conversations have to be had and this is all cryptic and I’m sorry but I’m under a vow of secrecy that needs to be protected with the dedication of a…of a…of a something really dedicated to keeping secrets.
And no, I’m not pregnant. Nor am I keeping anyone else’s pregnancy a secret. Unless I am supposed to be doing that. In which case I’ve forgotten so your secret is safe with me! Cheers.
So, yeah. That’s what’s going on with me in a nutshell. Drama and stress and more stress and a little more drama.
And a toddler who is cutting his two-year molars.
Because he WILL be two. In just over a month. And have I done a single thing to get ready to celebrate his second birthday? No. No I haven’t. Because there are a million other things on my plate right now.
Want to know the good thing?
NONE OF IT IS PPD RELATED STRESS.
I’m totally, completely sure that this is normal, run-of-the-mill, everyone-experiences-this stress.
Woohoo!! ::throws confetti::
Want to know the other good thing?
I am off of work next week for mid-winter break.
Once I make it through tomorrow, I am off of work for 9 days. NINE DAYS, PEOPLE. That is, like, a gold-mine of days off for me.
I’m hoping the break will help me recharge and reset and renew and re-other stuff. Because I am in need of re-something.