Instead of relaxing or being productive, I am here. Stuck between the two worlds. I don’t have time for a legitimate post. Or I don’t think I do. It’s not like I often know how long the little one will sleep.
Today is stormy.
I’m still battling a cold, and especially struggling with a lingering cough.
I spent a lot of time on the phone with insurance companies, doctor’s offices and hospitals. Perhaps there is the reason for my lack of energy.
I have a seminar class this weekend. Thus begins my dread of a massive time commitment and somewhat involuntary use of my “baby-sitting” hours for the next week or longer.
I’m anxious to feel better. I’m especially anxious to quit waking the baby with my coughing and prolonging the already frustrating task of getting her to sleep. I wish I could just snap my fingers and have her into some kind of routine.
I wish it was sunny, but if it where I’d feel guilty for not being outside so I guess I’m grateful for the rain.
That’s about it for today.