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These days, when Shea is eating something messy, particularly spaghetti, she relishes getting it all over her, smiling real big, and saying, "Monny, I a mess! A mess!" (She calls me Monny instead of Mommy, and I love it!)
Well, I've certainly felt like I'm a mess recently. Since Nash was born, I haven't slept more than fours hours at one time, and four hours is rare. I normally get about two hours each stretch of sleep. I probably average 4 or 5 hours of actual sleep a night. Consequently, I'm really exhausted all the time, and I think I'm losing my mind. A month ago, I lost my fob for work, and I eventually had to go ask for a new one. My dad stumbled upon my original fob in my front yard, so at least it turned up eventually. Then, about a week and a half ago, I lost my keys. They have yet to turn up. I'm not sure whether I've misplaced them or Shea's done something with them. Jon just walks around the explosion that is our house saying under his breath, "How do you lose your keys," and, "Those car keys are like $200 to replace, argh!" Next in the line of lost items is fob #2. I can't find it anywhere. I dread asking for another one.
I've just really lost my mind lately. Of course, my fob and my keys could remain buried somewhere in my disaster of a house for years and never be found. I have become a really forgetful slob, or as Shea would say, "I'm a mess!"
Well, I've certainly felt like I'm a mess recently. Since Nash was born, I haven't slept more than fours hours at one time, and four hours is rare. I normally get about two hours each stretch of sleep. I probably average 4 or 5 hours of actual sleep a night. Consequently, I'm really exhausted all the time, and I think I'm losing my mind. A month ago, I lost my fob for work, and I eventually had to go ask for a new one. My dad stumbled upon my original fob in my front yard, so at least it turned up eventually. Then, about a week and a half ago, I lost my keys. They have yet to turn up. I'm not sure whether I've misplaced them or Shea's done something with them. Jon just walks around the explosion that is our house saying under his breath, "How do you lose your keys," and, "Those car keys are like $200 to replace, argh!" Next in the line of lost items is fob #2. I can't find it anywhere. I dread asking for another one.
I've just really lost my mind lately. Of course, my fob and my keys could remain buried somewhere in my disaster of a house for years and never be found. I have become a really forgetful slob, or as Shea would say, "I'm a mess!"
FYI: A fob (aka "Key fob" or "security fob") is a security device that allows me to get into and out of my office. I don't carry it on my keys, but many people do.