I feel like all I do these days is complain about how tired I am... but that's only because I'M SO FLIPPIN' TIRED by the time I get home.
For most of the day, I'm actually quite happy and alert.
Lord knows, there's enough to keep me busy right now, and it's all good stuff.
Little Girl's crib came yesterday; last weekend I had a three-hour consult with a closet designer, who helped me figure out exactly what I need size and space-wise for the new closet in Little Girl's room; my new living room ottoman has been ordered and is on the way; the roman shades for Little Girl's room and my living room are in progress; my new nightstands arrived last weekend, along with my new downstairs couch and ottoman; I only have seven more boxes to unpack from the remodel; last weekend, I was lucky enough to spend three and a half hours with a professional organizer, who whipped my downstairs closet into shape.
There are about a million other life and baby-prep things going on.
And then there's work, which is all-consuming at the moment.
March is a lost month, in terms of baby-prep, as I'll literally be out of the country. April will be super work-centered, too. I'll be lucky to make time to take a birthing class.
And with all this going on... what's weighing on me more than anything else?
I am in SERIOUS need of a pedicure.