it's seriously only tuesday.

Whew. It's been quite a week already...and it's only Tuesday night. Waaaah. I'm totally wiped out and feel like I need a break (maybe I got used to all those two- and three-day work weeks over the holidays)...and it's only Tuesday night. Blargh. All I want to do is paint my nails and watch Gilmore Girls...but I'm too tired to paint my nails and pushing all of the buttons (power on BluRay player, turn on TV, hit 'source,' select Netflix...and so on...) to get to Gilmore Girls just seems way too complicated. AND IT'S ONLY TUESDAY NIGHT.

I got a wonderful gift card for a mani-pedi for Christmas. I had big plans to wait until...I don't know, the future? Some day when I really really needed it??...to use it, but all signs are pointing towards really needing it by about Friday at 5. Or maybe Saturday at 11:00 a.m.

Obviously it's going to be a struggle to string together some coherent sentences, but I'm a glutton for punishment, so let's get to it. In the midst of my fatigue, I still have some super important thoughts and experiences that need to be shared...if I don't get them down, I'll forget them. I know it. And that would be just tragic. (Heavy sarcasm here, if you didn't catch it. I might be too tired to relay it properly.)

1. Millie started daycare yesterday. Even though I've been back to work for two months, it's another adjustment to adapt to. Her first day was pretty rough, as I had expected- I knew (and have known for 4 months...) that they would not be able (allowed by the state) to swaddle her for naps. I had a lot of great plans to transition her out of the swaddle before she started going. Annnnd...best laid plans and all that and guess who got to go cold turkey on the swaddle for her first day at daycare?? Right. My baby. Poor thing. So her napping for two days has been...umm...not impressive. I feel like the workers are really earning their paychecks because I can only imagine the fits she pitches every time she's over-exhaustedly trying to fight an unswaddled nap. Ugh. I know that she'll adjust and get used to it- and we would have had to lose the swaddle eventually anyway, plus she's almost too big for all of them (and I can't seem to find any BIGGER ones!!! Are the swaddle-makers implying that 18 pound babies should not be velcro swaddled?!?! Lunacy!!)...so really, they're probably doing me a favor. I just hate knowing she's (probably) crying and upset every time she needs a nap. So far (you know, all two days) she's still been her normal happy and playful self in the evenings and sleeping just as well as night as always, so I guess that's good. But still. (Relatedly, do you think I should get her teachers Starbucks gift cards or something as a small token of appreciation for listening to her scream all week and doing the dirty work of un-swaddle-training for me?)

2. I made an amazing first impression on all the other daycare parents and teachers by HULKING OUT OF MY SHIRT when I went to pick up Millie yesterday afternoon. Yes. And I am actually putting this on the internet for all the world to see. Laugh away. I sure did.

So to enter the infant classroom they require you to either take your shoes off or put on those plastic shoe cover things like surgeons wear...I guess so that you don't track gross germs all over the floor the babies are crawling on. I appreciate that. So there I was at 5:15, all excited to go get my baby from her first day at school, and I grab my shoe covers to put over my boots, and I bend over to put them on, and RIIIIPPPPPPP!!! I spun around to see what was behind me that made that noise, only to discover that IT WAS MY SHIRT. Totally ripped across one of the seams on the back (it was a button-down chambray shirt. RIP.). Annnnddddd yeah, I totally Hulked out of my own shirt. Luckily I had on a tank top underneath- no one got a free peep show or anything. And Matt was standing right there and gave me his jacket so that I didn't have to do a walk of shame around the daycare. But still. Come on. Ugh.

3. RELATEDLY, Matt and I started T-25 yesterday. HA. Actually we'd been planning to start it yesterday for a week or so...the Hulk Incident really confirmed my commitment to the plan. So far we've done two days of workouts and I feel like I will probably collapse and all my limbs will fall off any minute now. I convinced myself to do this because we could do it while Millie takes her evening nap (usually right after we get home from work) and some delusional belief that "I can do anything for 25 minutes!!!" Yeah, no. I can do a lot of things for 25 minutes, but apparently not that. I try. But dang. It's no joke. I usually take a few breaks to sip water and check on Millie...but I'd say I do a good 21 minutes of it, and that's 21 incredibly painful minutes of working out I wasn't doing last week (or the last 5 months...), so we'll call it a win. I had previously imagined that we would complete the whole T-25 'plan' or whatever (I think it's a month?)...let's just say we're taking it on a more day-by-day basis now. Each day I'm not paralyzed is a win. But I'm going to try to keep at it, because remember the Hulk incident.

4. Oh look, Millie is learning to sit up!!

Unnntil she topples over while I'm trying to take a picture and then I inadvertently capture a picture of the topple while I'm dropping the phone and trying to grab her. Ha. It was pretty funny (and she survived the fall, no worries). Anyway, she's so cute and proud of herself when she sits up! I think it'll open up a whole new world for her when she can sort of look around and select toys and stuff all by herself...you know, all the things she misses out on due to her long-term Tummy Time Boycott. 

5. I am easily influenced by marketing and an abundance of articles shared on social media when it comes to my coffee choices, apparently. I couldn't wait to go to Starbucks today to try the new Flat White (new to Americans only...in case you're not up on your reading, apparently Australians and UK residents have been drinking flat whites for years and sneer at us for not knowing about them...).

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Since my Starbucks orders usually tend to come heavily sweetened and topped with crushed candy, this was a decidedly more subdued choice. But I actually really liked it! My first thought was I feel like a grown-up drinking this, which Matt thought didn't make sense, but it made sense to me. Again- my usual coffee treat is usually pretty flavored. I don't like black coffee, so I'd worried this would be bitter...but it was actually really good! I would totally get it again...particularly if I were getting coffee with a group of friends and they were all getting Frapps and mochas...I'd get a flat white so that I could judge them and their childish taste in overpriced coffee. ;) No but really. It was good. Thanks, Aussies! (And UK-ians!)

But despite my two-shots-of-espresso-afternoon-beverage, I'm still fading fast. I think I've made it through all of my most deep and burning thoughts, so I'm going to head to bed and wish you well surviving the rest of this back-to-real-life week. Right after I finish washing these diapers. Waaaaaah.