so we've been home from our little Disneyland excursion for almost a week and i feel like i'm still recovering.
it doesn't help that my lovely lil toddler has been crying for 4 days straight...
(listening to wails and screams as i type).
and hasn't been napping more than 20 minutes a day.
and has been waking up waaaayyy too early. and unhappily.
is it an age thing?
or the 2-year molars?
or the fact that she's an overly dramatic girl- possibly learned behavior from her mother?
or maybe she can sense that her world is about to be earthquaked...forever?
i don't know.
but i'm going crazy.
and i feel like i'm in the world's biggest funk.
and all i can think about is how adorable Ellie was at Disneyland. and how i wish we could just pitch a tent there and live there. permanently. because we were all so happy there.
and so to try to remedy the situation, i'm drinking too much diet coke than i should, being pregnant.
eating foods that can't possibly be good for me (though feel so right...like the cookies my friend Jenny ever-so-generously made for me...and which i've hidden from everyone in my house).
and escaping the world through reading the ever depressing Hunger Games series (almost done with book 2...anyone have Mockingjay for me to borrow? and sidenote: why are we as a society so engulfed and ensnared by this series?? it is so disturbing yet addicting. mind boggling to me...and yet i'm caught in its trap).
yes, basically, i'm a bum.
and so i think i'll go eat another cookie...
because that's what bums do.
(just so you know jenny, they're the only thing that has worked all week. you're a gem :) )
i promise a real post, with real pictures, and real updates, real soon.