I am irritable today.
I'm feeling fat, and I'm super tired. Kelsey has went from a baby that has slept about 12 hours at night, to about 10. This past week she has been waking up at the butt crack of dawn, not to mention about 2 or 3 times during the night. When I get overly tired, I eat. I actually saw a Discovery Channel special about this awhile ago. How being tired all the time causes you to eat more because your body is searching for energy, so you get cravings, etc. etc. No wonder I can't get this weight off, I'm always in a perpetual tired state. And even when I can sleep, 3/4 of the time I end up with fucking insomnia. Sleep and/or lack thereof literally controls the productiveness of my days and I HATE it. Steve's shitty shift only adds to my misery. I can't go to bed early even if I wanted to cause I'm the lightest sleeper in the world, and he always wakes me up. And once I've been sleeping and have woken up, forget it - I am up for hours. Then inevitably, once he arrives home at 11:30, sometimes 12, sometimes 1 if he works OT - I want to stay up with him a little bit later since we don't have a chance to "hang out" much during the week. During the days we don't really get a chance with all that is going on. And Steve is really odd, he starts getting ready for work at like noon. Today I asked him around 11:30 if he wanted to go to Lowes to get the blinds, and he said "it's too late, I have to start getting ready for work". Uh, ok. He goes to work AT THREE?! I say this, and he tells me he doesn't like feeling rushed. Whatever, freak.
On a happier note, we should be in the new house soon! :) I cannot wait.
Sam and Jill are coming over in a little bit for our 2nd official business meeting.