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I am sooo tired. Internet, I'm sorry to unload on you but if I say it one more time to my husband he will crack. He's been tired too. Until lately. He's been getting sleep, I haven't. Ron is slowly making things happen for himself, though. First the man cave, now he's sleeping in the guest room. Sebastian is not sleeping and since Ron has to be up at 5:30 a.m. he grumbles about how he needs sleep. I guess penises need lots of rest to function. Otherwise, I can't understand why his sleep needs outweigh mine. I mean, we both work, we both take care of kids, we both take kids to soccer, we both work out at the gym. So what gives? Ultimately, if I push it, the real answer is that he makes "real" money.
I suspected the money my boss pays me looked a little funny.
Anyway, the lack of sleep is catching up with me all these months later. For example, today I'm totally depressed, for no reason at all. Maybe not no reason at all. My morning was a little hectic, I'm having trouble with a cover story for work and when I got dressed this morning I noticed that for some reason my breasts were pointing two different directions -- if you get my drift. Yeah, the sorry part of having non-enhanced big bazumbas is that occasionally you have to make sure everyone is looking at the camera. So I changed my shirt from a body conscious one to a cover everything bulky sweater. And later discovered one half of the set still pointing the wrong direction. Then I realized my bra lining was torn. No support. It figures, even my bra is giving up on me.
At least that's the way it feels. The support thing, not the bra thing. I know it's not true but what I wouldn't give for a tight hug right now. Or maybe a good massage, or even just a pat on the back for heaven's sake! OK I'm just kidding. I'm really fine. Really. Fine.
