Wean baby from breast...check.
Find daycare...check.
Get haircut...check.
Find things to wear other than pajamas...check.
Get the worst cold I've had in years...check.
Give it to the baby...check.
Oh yeah, and did I mention that we're in the middle of building the house? To make matters worse the little guy is really NOT adjusting to daycare very well - we're having some pretty crazy separation anxiety issues (but that's another story).
So the poor little monkey's been coughing and snotting and crying all over the place, as have I, and neither of us have slept more than a couple of hours at a time in days. My sinuses, ears, and eyeballs feel like they're going to all simultaneously explode snot everywhere. I can't take cold medicine because I'm trying to keep my milk supply up enough to breastfeed at least once or twice a day and apparently decongestants will dry up your milk. And I have to get up and go to work in the morning for the first time in a year and a half. JOY.
Because that's just how I like to do things, you know? Go big or go home. If I'm gonna be stressed out I might as well make it a good one and just pile all the shit up at once.
I wonder if this is a sign that I shouldn't be going back to work at all...
Goodnight. I'm going to bed to lay awake and attempt to
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