Up to my eyeballs in snot

Cass & I both developed wicked head colds, which was less than wonderful. For those not in the know, infants can't just blow their nose...Mommy needs to get on up & in there with a nasal aspirator and suck the snot out of her little head. Then there was the coughing, which sounded horrible coming from such a small, fragile little creature, and only got worse when she coughed so hard that she puked.

Motherhood is grand.

We're both on the mend now, with only occasional bouts of snot activity. She's still on an eratic sleep schedule, which is playing havoc with me and Blixx, but we'll survive.

New Years eve we stayed home and were heavily medicated. I honestly barely remember midnight - I was just curled up on the couch under blankets wishing I didn't feel like ass. That's pretty much where I've spent the last few days too.

Perhaps it's the sleep deprivation, or maybe the cold meds...but I've been really down lately. The holidaze took their toll emotionally & I can't seem to bounce back. I've got all the time in the world, yet I get nothing done. I have no goals...nothing to look forward to. I feel isolated and lonely & the only friend who calls me on a regular basis lives in freakin Florida so it's not like I can just pop over for a visit and bitch session.

Something's gotta give soon or I'll freakin loose it!