I am not a bug person. I get squeamish when I see spiders and I'd rather not touch slugs if I can help it. I know spiders and slugs aren't technically bugs, but whatever, same difference. So, it strikes me as odd that I'm about to write another blog post about...
"The wake up seems to be developmental, you've tried everything to try and eliminate it and it looks like we are just going to have to wait until he outgrows it."
This one sentence touched off a downward spiral inside of me a couple of days ago....
I'm late. What's new? I'm late to everything these days. I haven't slept well in months (thanks to a certain non-sleeping baby) and yet, I look like I just rolled out of bed. Then again, I always look like that these days. I can't think...
Yes, it's true. I am.
While in the company of my besties (whom I've been friends with half my life) nothing sends shivers of anxiety up my spine faster than hearing the two words...
I didn't want to publish this post. When I started writing it, it quickly turned into Bitchfest 2011 scheduled to perform in a venue for one. I didn't want to publish it because I wanted to maintain a positive vibe here and write about all sorts of enlightening things, not the darkness...