It's Friday

As my wise younger sister once said, "Nothing ruins your Friday like realizing it's a Tuesday."

As I so inconveniently learned last night, Nothing ruins your Friday like a child who wakes up every two hours.

Don't get me wrong, he is my favorite reason to lose sleep (cliche and oh, so true). But I fear eventually he may be the reason I lose my job. 

Why? Because I just asked a patient if I could put her on hold. She didn't need to be put on hold. I also didn't put her on hold. I continued talking, and then forgot what I was helping her with. She reminded me I was putting her on hold, to which I told her that was an accident. My phone skills are exquisite.

Enjoy some sleepless Friday thoughts...feel bad for me, I'm running on 3 hours of sleep.

// *Occasionally I have moments where I think I might be hungry again. When I say hungry, I mean pregnant. And those moments come when I am hungry. Because hunger = pregnancy...?

// *Because I'm hungry and the only thing edible next to me is gummy vitamins, I eat them by the handful. I didn't do this when I was pregnant in fear of my baby growing a third arm. 

// *I'm still kind of worried that eating this many vitamins will cause me to grow an extra limb, but since I had a nightmare about one of my legs being amputated, I'd like to be ahead of the game in case that actually happens.

// *I thought our cheese had an expiration date of July 2043. I had a brief moment where I wanted to hide it in a time capsule, and open it in June 2043. Then I realized the thought of owning cheese for that long and not consuming it was outrageous. So I ate it. 

ANNOUNCEMENTS:

-- 1D music vid comin' your way, [approximately] May 2014. I'm giving myself plenty of time to get that thing filmed, edited, and published. You won't be disappointed. 

-- I am really trying hard to be healthy and stuff. That being said, I still have fatty recipes I'll probably be posting. 

-- You know that whole "no-poo" movement? I thought about being a part of it... then discovered half of it's advocates don't believe in wearing &/or make their own deodorant. I love my husband too much to force him to be married to a greasy haired wench with obtrusive B/O. This wasn't really an announcement.