What a freaking Monday.
Jack has worn 3 outfits already-- pooped through one and peed through one and god knows what he's doing to number 3 right now. When Ben met us at the organic yippie kid cafe for lunch, he laughed at Harry's stripes and plaid get-up, saying "Ha! It looks like I dressed him."
I had a hard time getting us all out the door by 10:30 this morning, and I was acting all sad and put-upon about how rough it was to get out of the house "early" for the cleaning lady until I realized, what the hell, princess-- why would you even complain about that? But I couldn't stop complaining and feeling sad even though I knew I should. Also, when I got home from the gym at 6:15 this morning (because I DO NOT SLEEP ANYMORE), I decided I just HAD to take the exhaust fan cover off the bathroom fan and scrub it. Had to, I swear.
I have some depression and anxiety issues; I am sure of it. Either that or the 5 months of fractured sleep are finally starting to catch up with me.
Either way, I am seeing someone next week. Also, I am seeking to rid my world of stress by outsourcing as much work as I can (hello, organic baby food delivery) and scheduling as many things as possible in advance (standing every-6-week hair appointment, how ya doing?). So we'll see how that goes.
The big gulp iced coffee I got at Einstein's this afternoon has done nothing for my jitters, tell you what. (Seriously, like 64 ounces, which I didn't know when I asked for a really big one, and by the time the guy handed me the soda-fountain cup, I had already paid, and I don't think you can return coffee...)
(And yeah, I cold just not drink the whole thing, but that's not how I roll.)
Luckily, I have a wonderful family, as you can see by these pictures of my parents with us at Little Gym. We had so much fun with the fam-- more pictures all week, so get exfreakingcited.