I am not in my right mind.
I've been working for a girlfriend the last couple weeks and I'm frickin tired. It'd be alright, if my kids didn't have the gall to catch some random stomach bug, but they did. Cause they're stellar like that. And I'm really tired because apparently, my body likes to sleep for more than 3 hours a night. Weird, I know.
In other news, I was annoyed at my hair so I did the only reasonable thing I could think of to get back at it. I cut it. In my bathroom. Using those craptastic vanity *mirrors... (you know the ones, they came in every house built circa 1979.)
I'd show you a picture, but then I'd have to take one, and upload it, and blah blah blah. In reality it'd only take about 12 seconds, but for the freaking love of Pete, I. Am. Tired.
I'm so tired, that I didn't hear the doorbell this morning, and we all know how that goes for me. So as I was lounging on the couch in a comatose, semi-dressed state, my lovelies let someone in my house. sigh. At least I had a blanket and it wasn't you know, Jason or someone equally disturbing.
I'm pretty sure I had another story to tell you... hmmmm. Did you know I'm going on about 2 hours of sleep today? 120 minutes. 7200 seconds.
Did you also know that I'm in a funk and trying to change the name/location of my blog. Do I want to be known as "The MomBabe" forever and henceforth? Of do I just want to stick with "The Bingham Diaries" or maybe I could combine my favoritest numbers and be "Twelfth and 87" I kinda like the number thing. But is it too hard to remember?
In other news, my friend has lost 50 pounds. Because she's stellar.
My SIL had a baby.
My other friend is way overdue and is about to break her own water with a crochet hook.
Another friend of mine just opened (released?) her new website where she makes the cutest stuff ever.
Another girlfriend has a new kit for sale....
Alright, I think that about covers it.
Unless you want to talk about all the TV I watch late at night as I'm working/cleaning up vomit/rocking sick babies.... No? Tomorrow then.
*apparently, they're actually called medicine cabinets. Because I don't want to confuse you or anything.