OH MY GOD, y’all…I’m dying.

I sat down FIVE TIMES ALREADY TODAY to tap out something, anything, with a prayer of getting 2 coherent sentences together, slapping my knee & going “DONE!” for blogging.  You know, about the insane schedule we’re keeping, the go-go-go and hey, here’s a 5lb spoonful of guilt for you with a side of your baby hates you now.  & how I almost drowned my sorrows & stress in a plate of cookies, thus realizing I’m an emotional eater with The Breakthrough Food Moment of 2010.

But here I sit, 4:51pm with a yogurt, a headache, & a picture of a smiling kid on my desk that I am literally shaking with excitement to see after a cold day.

I need a 34-hour day.