I'm not always this crabby

So this blog, I feel, is getting off on a cranky note.

And I'm not always cranky, really. Okay, I sort of am, but I try not to be.

In my defense, since I apparently feel I need one, my son has been sick for almost three weeks. I am not sleeping at all. The dog keeps escaping from the yard. And this was all capped off with my husband taking a weekend trip to Vegas, leaving me alone with the baby for three days.

So a tiny bit of crankiness is justified, no?

I know...silver lining...look on the bright side..let your smile be your umbrella...laugh and the world laughs with you...

Eh...bite me. The baby cries, the dogs whine, I do endless loads of laundry and I am so so so tired it makes me dizzy. My "me time" consists of the occasional 45 minute nap the baby takes which involve me walking him to sleep and then laying quietly next to him while he nurses.

Yes, yes, I have made my baby co-dependant bed and now I must lie in it with him. And I generally don't mind. But this weekend is pushing it.

I love my husband, I do and he is a great father. The baby adores him.

But sometimes I resent him so much it makes me want to throw thing. Preferably at his head.

I know he works out of the house and I don't. And I am lucky that I get to stay home. But I feel like I have a very demanding job with a tyrannical boss and it just never ever ends. I would like to read a book, go out of town, see a movie. Hell, I would just like one good nights sleep. The longest stretch I have had since the baby was born is five hours. And that happened exactly once.

I just feel like I have been swallowed up by the baby. Who I totally and completely adore, I just miss having something that is just mine.

Okay. Cranky rant over, for now. I make no promises about tomorrow, though.