I saw somebody I knew at Walmart. I think I scared them. That's not a joke. She asked me how I was, I said fine, I asked her how she was, she said good. And then she looked me in the face a stammered a bit. I reached for some milk to allow her to walk away.
I'm posting this picture so I can see the low point so when I'm doing better I can look back and remember where I've come from. It'll be awesome. I'm planning on it.
Also, these are the headphones I wear while sleep-training my 5-month old to take the edge off his cries.
It's working.
Also, I have TERRIBLE acne right now. That's hormones, stress and lack of sleep for you. Plus, whenever I get a baby to finally sleep I feel the need to stress release by picking at my face. I should have my head examined. Except not. I wonder what face picking means?
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