I was going to vlog for you today, but I didn't get it finished. Little Bean upchucked on my pajama bottoms. And then on my cardigan. And the third time on my second pair of pajama bottoms.
Sadly, she was sleeping in my bed.
But let me rewind a bit. Friday night, my oldest daughter had a birthday sleepover. That's seriously a blog post in itself--probably a series of them--but I can't talk about it because my daughter is old enough to look up my blog. And to hunt me down. Suffice it to say she had a fabulous time. Saturday, I took the party girls out for the day. Can't talk about that either, but suffice it to say it involved a mall and lots of stores including Victoria's Secret because damn if I'll ever miss their semi-annual sale and omg:
Me: Oh, look, here's my bra! That I'm wearing right now. Isn't it cute?
Bigger Bean: GAH! OMG. Mo-om!! Too much information!
Anyway, all day Saturday Little Bean was super cranky. I assumed it was because she had stayed up with older sister and company until freaking infinity. I threatened her with a grounding, which normally would earn me a snort and an eye roll, but this time, it had her declaring war in the middle of The Limited. Then at bedtime, she was hungry, so she ate a banana. But I didn't know this, see. Not until I sat in it. You know, banana upchuck. Guess she wasn't just tired.
That was pretty much how Saturday night went. All night. So Sunday, I looked like this:
Sorry. I'm so tired, I posted the wrong image. Some frickhead labeled this image "Haggard."
There now. That's more like it.
So, yeah. That's me. Except it wasn't just Sunday. I've been like this for a while now. Because every day lately seems to have been like this weekend. CrazyFullSleepless. But I figured if I told you I had a vlog I wanted to post for you, that it might force me to finish it no matter how tired I am.
So. Okay. Let's shoot for Wednesday. Will you promise me you'll come back Wednesday? Don't make the mistake everyone made on American Idol--the killer assumption that got Chris Daughtry voted off. Like, don't assume that everyone else is going to stop by so you don't and then everyone assumes the same thing, so no one does, and then I feel stupid and insecure and swallowed up in misery like the image up above (haggard monkey, not vra-vra-voom-Haggard).
It sucks to be this tired. I mean, it's 3:15 AM and I'm still awake trying to blog. I've stopped to take a two-minute nap at least ten times since I started this post. I know I'm not the only one who's this tired either. I've noticed lately that a lot of bloggers are taking breaks from blogging or cutting back. Is it the time of year, you think? Or something else? Are we becoming disenchanted with it? Bored? Frustrated? Unmotivated? Prioritizing?
For now, I'm going to bed. If not tomorrow, see you Wednesday.
Except, that banana I had a bit ago is not settling well. Maybe I should plan this vlog for Friday.