this is back to work

up early on saturday for a cpr recertification class. waiting for my bread to toast, pumping left breast while checking email on laptop which is perched on the stove, trying to figure out how to reach/ open the refrigerator with my foot to retrieve peanut butter.

there's a blog post in there somewhere but i'm too tired to find it.

lent

so it's ash wednesday and i've decided i'm going to give up:

1. sweets
2. being an asshole.

i'm serious.
it's going to be a long 40 days.

how many times can i say i'm sorry?

i'll try it again.

sorry, folks.

i've been trying to be a faithful blogger lately but apparently i've been sucking in that department.

i don't know... is it the weather? sleep deprivation? breastfeeding overload? tantrum saturation?

whatever the case, this zm has had a case of the BLAHS lately.
or maybe it's the UGHS.
either way, you get the picture. and it's just been a little harder to find the funny in my day.

never fear. i have a plan... lots of wine, cussing and chocolate chip cookies in the next few days should get me right back on track.

just when i think i've seen it all...

the little miss M goes and pukes in my mouth.

well, i had been wondering what my breastmilk tasted like. i guess now i know.