Seriously you guys. This week sucks. Jason went back to work today and whilst I love my little sweetheart like nothing you can imagine and being able to be home with her is a joy, I am in a serious funk. I hate living so far from my family, I am officially ambivalent about Vegas, I’m trying to wean Miss Louisa and she hates me for it, I’m tired, I’m grumpy and I have some things on my mind (that I’m not allowed to talk about yet because they aren’t public knowledge (and might not ever be if nothing comes of it (fingers crossed))) that I’m obsessing over and am therefore having an anxiety attack.
So yeah. Are we done yet?