The time change, y’all. A week of it getting dark at 5:30, and of Jonah getting up at 5:55 every morning has just about done me in.
I need some vitamin D, some xanax, and some baby Ambien.
Or to move to Hawaii, perhaps.
I’ve been in a funk for a week, and I just can’t shake it off. But birthsgivingmaspalooza in our family kicks off this week (Sophie will be SIX on Friday!!) and I’ve got to get my act together.
Can someone send the energy fairy to my door? The happy fairy? A meth dealer?
I’m pretty much down with whatever at this point.