Still tired, still feeling bleugh, still not feeling very happy about life in general. I'm starting to seriously worry that I might be depressed. Or otherwise hormonally messed up (I can't blame the baby for making me feel THIS bad).
I even dozed off this afternoon and slept through Morgan crying, which I've never done before and it horrified me! I woke up to find her howling and red and blotchy, stuck on top of the computer chair. "I didn't pick her up!" Jenna said, and I had to reassure her that getting the baby unstuck wouldn't have got her in trouble. On a better note I managed to cook, which I haven't all week.