I haven’t blogged in about a month, and I feel like I need to, so here goes.
I feel better most of the time. Except around that one time of the month. Then I feel like a crazy person. I yell a lot, I cry at everything, and I’m sick of it. Something I need to talk to the doc about.
R is growing like a weed. He’ll be 11 months in a few weeks. He’s into everything, pulls movies out, pulls everything he can get his hands on. He’s so funny.
My husband switched to a new job, so he’s been in a better mood. I’m glad.
I fell off the workout wagon, but I’m back on it today. It makes me feel much better.
I guess that’s it.