I’m not here…

I’m torn about what to write tonight. 

I’m tired.  C woke up at 3:15 this morning.  And, although I got her back to sleep without too much trouble, I couldn’t fall asleep again.  So I’ve been up since practically the middle of the night. 

I’m sick.  Actually, I’m not sick yet, but if moms were allowed to get sick and if it wasn’t an uber-busy time at work, I think I’d be coming down with the cold that Craig has been fighting for a week and a half.  But my body seems to have an innate way of knowing when I can’t afford to be sick, so I stay just barely on this side of healthy until I get a day or two to relax.  And then it hits me like a ton of bricks.  So that means the weekend should be a good time.

And… I’m just… blah.  Disconnected.  In a funk.  Too much going on in the parts of my life that I don’t blog about to be able to string sentences together about the parts that I do share. 

So… with that… 

I’m signing off.  To do some old fashioned journaling and thought processing, to sleep and to overdose on cold medicine.   And maybe to find someone who will kick my ass back in to gear. 

Be back tomorrow with something more fun to read!  (or at least with a cute picture of my kid.) 

Ciao!