Feeling not so groovy...

Man, I feel terrible. I can't say it out loud, because that would be admitting I'm sick. But man, this cesspool of a workplace has struck again - big time. Great timing, too. My parents come into town tonight; I'm still not done cleaning; Craig is giving me shit about the ONE farking* thing I've asked him to do (pick up the baby so I can go grocery shopping - what a time-suck, huh?); and I'm not going to get much sleep tonight because they're coming in at 10:30. I hope I can sleep in tomorrow, at the very least.

So I went to the grocery store this morning and stocked up on an arsenal of meds. Not so much working so far...

This weekend should be fun, though. Big baby party Sunday - I can't believe she's one. Not sure where we're going to store all the presents; God knows the kid needs no more toys.

It'll be nice to see my folks again - I wish we lived up in their neck of the woods. Would really help w/ babysitting and that whole rekindling of the marriage, yadda yadda. So would the Tuscaloosa move, if that pans out. Carolyn's girls could babysit; I wouldn't have to work, so I'd have more free time when Craig's home...would be great. Something's got to give soon, that's for sure. I can't stay on top of the house chores on my own, plus watch the baby. But I guess there's something to be said about parking it on the motherfarking couch and watching American Idol while your wife slaves away at the oven and does dishes. I'm just saying.

*I'm trying not to use the word "fuck" anymore. It's inevitable that the kid will walk into daycare and say, "Give me the motherfucking Elmo." Well, as long as she says "please..."