My brain is fried.
Tonight I was sitting in my photography class, and I felt like I had been knocked down with exhaustion. The baby, of course, isn’t sleeping, and last night was rough. I hate that I have to get up and work (and function!) after nights like that. We were essentially awake from 3-5 a.m. and up again at 6.
That said, the baby’s bottom molars have broken through, and I’m hoping and praying that we find sleep. Soon. I’m not sure how much longer I can semi-function on no sleep.
We have another big week at work. Last week, Vice President Biden was in town. This week, Mitt Romney is coming to visit. The Romney visit is during dinner time. It’s not very convenient. Seeing how Biden tied up traffic for a few hours last week (and his speech was at 3 p.m.), I’m wondering if I’ll even be able to get home Thursday night.
This morning, I realized that the number of tv shows I now watch each week is gradually decreasing. Shows are going off the air, and I’m not trying to get hooked on anything new. I feel like I am getting part of my life back. Isn’t that crazy?
And in my quest to clean house (er, garage), I’ve come across so many craft-like projects that must be completed. Soon. I hope.
I mentioned my photography class. I actually took some great notes tonight. I’m hoping to put them all to good use this week/weekend.
And with that, it’s time I try to get to sleep. You know, before the baby wakes up in an hour.