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Feb. 13th, 2006 06:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valancystirlingI think I might have dozed off for a few minutes just before Topaz woke up. So that's something. I got 5 hours of sleep from m5pm-10pm and that's about it. At least SHE's figuring it out. She slept 12 hours straight, during nighttime hours. Imagine that. I only had to feed her once in that whole time, and she stayed asleep for it.
In desperation over my hip killing me (yes, that fun old pain is back in full force), I took three tylenols and a shot of bourbon. If you had any idea how much I hate bourbon, you would be shocked. ANd tylenol...I almost never take shit like that. Oh well. At least I'm not in pain right now.
I'm just hoping Topaz will take a nap for a few hours at some point today. If I can at all manage it, I am GOING TO THE FUCKING POST OFFICE TODAY IF IT KILLS ME. I owe some poor girl on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
knitswap some yarn, I have diapers to return for an exhange, I have diaper pins to mail to a girl in the clothdiapering community, and the vitamin d drops I bought for Topaz that she can't take. SO. That will be a load off. I also have packages for my mom and sister, and Taylor, that have been sitting here FOREVER, but that I want to add stuff to. I need to make a card for Taylor. I haven't talked to her in way too long. I'm always afraid to call because I'm generally only up at weird times and don't want to wake her up. Ugh. I'm so frustrated.
We watched another disc of CSI Season 3, and there was this one episode about "little people" as they were calling them, and in my sleep deprived delirium, I kept going on and on to Jake about how I wished he was a little person so I could carry him around in a baby backpack, and that way I could just carry my whole family around with me all the time. I was laughing like an idiot, but I don't think he was appropriately amused. I thought the whole thing was damn funny. I really need to laugh more. I used to be so silly, so much of the time. And now I'm just not. My journal isn't silly anymore, and I'm just not inspired to be funny. I always used to think that being funny was the thing I liked best about myself, and I am at my absolute happiest when I'm making people laugh. Oh well. I have no idea what to do about it. It's not like life has gotten so grim. I laugh at Topie a lot, but it's not the same.
Topie has been very snotty. I have to suck it all out several times a day, which she loves. Yeah, who wouldn't love being shot up the nose with saline spray, and then harassed with a bulb syringe. Good times.
Boy am I ever glad I don't live on the coast right now. Thirty inches of snow in one day? I think not.
In desperation over my hip killing me (yes, that fun old pain is back in full force), I took three tylenols and a shot of bourbon. If you had any idea how much I hate bourbon, you would be shocked. ANd tylenol...I almost never take shit like that. Oh well. At least I'm not in pain right now.
I'm just hoping Topaz will take a nap for a few hours at some point today. If I can at all manage it, I am GOING TO THE FUCKING POST OFFICE TODAY IF IT KILLS ME. I owe some poor girl on
knitswap some yarn, I have diapers to return for an exhange, I have diaper pins to mail to a girl in the clothdiapering community, and the vitamin d drops I bought for Topaz that she can't take. SO. That will be a load off. I also have packages for my mom and sister, and Taylor, that have been sitting here FOREVER, but that I want to add stuff to. I need to make a card for Taylor. I haven't talked to her in way too long. I'm always afraid to call because I'm generally only up at weird times and don't want to wake her up. Ugh. I'm so frustrated.We watched another disc of CSI Season 3, and there was this one episode about "little people" as they were calling them, and in my sleep deprived delirium, I kept going on and on to Jake about how I wished he was a little person so I could carry him around in a baby backpack, and that way I could just carry my whole family around with me all the time. I was laughing like an idiot, but I don't think he was appropriately amused. I thought the whole thing was damn funny. I really need to laugh more. I used to be so silly, so much of the time. And now I'm just not. My journal isn't silly anymore, and I'm just not inspired to be funny. I always used to think that being funny was the thing I liked best about myself, and I am at my absolute happiest when I'm making people laugh. Oh well. I have no idea what to do about it. It's not like life has gotten so grim. I laugh at Topie a lot, but it's not the same.
Topie has been very snotty. I have to suck it all out several times a day, which she loves. Yeah, who wouldn't love being shot up the nose with saline spray, and then harassed with a bulb syringe. Good times.
Boy am I ever glad I don't live on the coast right now. Thirty inches of snow in one day? I think not.
