Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Insomniac Part 2: The Electric Boogaloo

Yeah, I have a lot going on. And I can't sleep. Again.
I went from no job to three jobs in a pretty quick timeframe. It's all requiring a ton of self-management, of which I'm struggling with yet still able to maintain.
Obviously, Hip-Baby Mama has been the biggest thing to suffer.
I love my blog. I love having the freedom to ramble about pretty much anything. Apparently enough people read it to justify keeping it up.
If there's nothing else I've learned in the last few months, it's that maintaining a blog is hard work.
Maintaining my life is hard work.
Some days, I come home from the office and all I want to do is sleep.
And sometimes I do.
My mid-afternoon naps have become the guiltiest of guilty pleasures. My dirty little secret that's even worse than the fact that I wax my face.
Why do I do this? Why do I do things that make me feel horribly guilty and like a horrible person because there are a gazillion other things I should be doing?
I can place blame.
I just had a cold.
I pulled my rhomboid muscle and had to take a ton of muscle relaxers, which my mom says I need to get off of or I'll become a junkie.
They make me tired.
I can't sleep at night because of these little naps.
But that doesn't explain why I'm awake right now.
I actually had a ridiculously productive day.
All deadlines were met.
All clients are happy.
But I can't sleep and I have heartburn.
My printer broke.
L.E. needs a haircut.
I left a bathing suit and two of our three beach towels out in the rain.
Sometimes I think my husband doesn't like me.
Other times I think nobody likes me.
G-man is snoring.
I didn't check my office email sooner.
We need groceries.
One of my best friends is having her baby today.
I bet she can't sleep either.
After being around her and another one of my best friends who is also pregnant, I still have zero desire for another baby.
My mom thinks that's weird.
Dr. T. is grateful.
Our lives – and food bills – have deeply changed since L.E. developed speaking skills, eating habits and free will.
I always think I have this perfectly-coiffed, well-manicured little lady like this one.
L.E. usually looks more like this.
Did I mention she needs a haircut?
I better try to go back to bed.
It's almost time to wake up.
Oh...Ikea pillows suck.


  1. I like you. Also think you do a pretty damn good job, I can't even go grocery shopping on a regular basis (and I can't blame that on June) I like to blame zach though.

    1. That's totally Zach's fault!
      I like you too. I'm happy you're going to be my cousin!