On a More Serious Note...

I've been feeling really yucky lately. Physically, emotionally, just blah. I hate that. You know, I'm not that kind of person. At least I never thought I was. I like being cheerful and happy. Ever the eternal optimist. So this being in a bad mood thing is really hard to pull off. I think these last few weeks have just really gotten to me. It just seems like there's always something, you know? For instance, last week, they got rid of Doug's shift at work, Doug's dad was in a car accident and then had 2 insulin reactions 2 days in a row (they had to call the paramedics to get him out of the second one), and my brother lost his job. None of these things actually happened to me (although work was particularly crappy) , but it still feels like I've been run over by a truck. So I can't imagine how anyone else can be coping. Last week was a lost cause. I was so exhausted from all of that, I forgot to go to a program on Friday. Thankfully, the daycare director was super nice, as was my own manager and everyone just kind of blew it off, but I felt terrible. I still feel terrible. Here I got a promotion and a raise to go along with it and look what I do, I drop the ball.

Then this weekend, I couldn't get along with Doug to save my life. It was just fight and bicker all weekend long to the point that I spent the entire evening last night holed up in the bedroom. I do feel better today, but I wasted this whole weekend being annoyed. Says the woman with her period...okay, so that is probably where part of my annoyance and exhaustion is coming from, but it doesn't make me feel much better.

So anyway, ignore most of this. You have much bigger fish to fry, caring for a 1 month (eek...1 month!) old. It will get better, it always does. And I'm being proactive about it. I bought some freaking M1dol, first of all. :) Plus, I got up about 4:30 and made Doug come to bed with me. We cuddled and it was nice. I couldn't go back to sleep, so at 6, I decided to get up, put on my tennis shoes and walk on the treadmill for half an hour. That really helped. After a shower and a breakfast of an english muffin with peanut butter, I'm venting all my frustrations to you so I can get to work refreshed and ready to go this week. Thanks for listening (reading, whatever).