I'm exhausted

I'm pooped. Weary. Tired. Done-in. I think I've officially reached the end of my rope.

Before you start in with any responses, let me just (gently) remind you that this is my blog, and probably the only place I can complain without getting any wierd looks. (Okay, I'll still get the looks, I just won't be able to see them.)

Nate finished a 16-day stint of working nights about a week ago. That means he was either playing or rehearsing every single evening of the week. Last weekend he was gone all weekend. Which means I'm on baby duty. Which means that, if I'm lucky, I get a 15 minute shower in the morning and a chance to go pee with the bathroom door shut.

Then Nate got sick.

Bad sick---wondered if it was strep throat sick. Which meant I was still on baby duty.

Three weeks of single parenting. (Now, to be fair, he was in the same predicament, too -- any time he was home I was at work. But this is my blog and if he wants to complain he'll have to start his own.) :)

Now, don't get me wrong. Being Eden's mommy is wonderful. Well, not so wonderful when you're on 24/7, and a milk machine too, and tired and worn down. But SHE is wonderful.

And work hasn't been a bowl of cherries, either. Too Much Work + Too Much Drama = Very Tired Introvert Trying To Get It All Done And Slowly Getting Discouraged.

But, really, it's not all that bad. There is light at the end of the tunnel. (They don't call me MollyAnna for nuthin'.) Nate is getting better. Eden is adorable, even when I'm connected to her all night. (In fact, if I wasn't, I would miss her terribly, and that would not be good, either.) It's spring break week, and as long as I don't get sick, too (scratchy throat, go away!) I might be able to enjoy a couple days off with the fam this week.

And go, Casey, go - she's a meeting-cancelling, list-making machine.

But today I'm.....just.....tired.