Blue Cow

I haven't actually been too tired or too busy or too Post-Pregnant Whatever to blog, I've just been...mulling. It actually feels no different from the other longish blog-free periods I've been through. Kind of blue. Kind of purgatory-ish. Kind of like...what to say, what to say.

The Penelo-Baby is thankfully a sweet one. Frankly, I'm not quite sure how we got so lucky. I think she might be a little hell-raiser someday to make up for all this, or else she just hasn't fully awoken yet to show Truer Colors. So far, though, she just seems so calm. A giant black dog can lick her face and she doesn't bat an eye. Ah, Kaleigh. Sweet baby.

Though I know it won't last forever, and I know it could be (much, much) worse, this 3-hour shift thing is starting to grate on me, the tiniest bit. Like, I so want to just lay down and sleep for like, 6 hours at a stretch. I remember when I first got the Bender-puppy, having a little breakdown in the kitchen 2 weeks in, because I could no longer take the 4-hour sleep shifts. I wonder when that's coming.

For the most part I'm in a fairly good mood. I don't know, though, maybe it's Cabin Fever? I can't drive for 2 weeks on doctor's orders, and it's not that I haven't been out of the house either. We went to Target and wandered the aisles this Saturday. I bought macaroni and cheese.

There's the lingering money issue, but that always seems to sort itself out, so I'm not too terribly worried at present.

I feel a little like a cow sometimes, so there's that. You know, the whole feeding thing. Like that could be my only function. Even though I know there's much more to it than that.

Or maybe it's the month of February. It does tend to bring on the Blah's in a lot of people I know. Or, the fact that Arrested Development may really be cancelled. I'm so in denial about this.

Hmmm, yeah. I don't know. Better blogging soon, promise.

xoxo,
Blue Penelo-Cow