Random not-very-coherent thoughts.

Lately I've been tired. Like really tired. Like I'm having trouble putting together coherent thoughts kind of tired. And I'm not really sure why I'm so tired... Maybe a growth spurt? Because of the tired, I didn't post yesterday, but I figured, why deny you a post again today? So here it is: Random not-very-coherent thoughts for you (aren't you happy?)

The baby's parents have asked me to start feeding him solid food. Within the first few seconds of starting to feed him cereal, I realized that it had been a very long time since I had done that. And I also realized that I needed more paper towels. And a wet washcloth. And a dropcloth underneath his chair. Because holy heck it is messy feeding a baby. Also? Baby cereal dries to cement. Just thought you should know.

I went to the gym again last night. I wouldn't have gone if I had been given the chance to back out, but I'm really glad I did. I liked it a lot. But it's not really helping with the whole tired thing. Although, I did sleep fairly peacefully last night (only one dead-of-the-night waking by my son whose six and should not be waking me up in the middle of the night.) When the alarm went off this morning, I was in the middle of a dream. (Six o'clock already I was just in the middle of a dream...a little Bangles for you. You're welcome.) I was dreaming about going to sleep, and needless to say, I was very confused when it was, instead, time to wake up.

I am way past due for a haircut. My hair looks like a mess with all the split ends. But I'm scared. Scared because I haven't been anywhere around here before, and I'm not sure about just trying a random salon. Because what if they make me look awful? What if they decide a little bit of layers means chop the heck out of her hair and make it look like it has steps in it? I mean, what if? I'm afraid I'll look like Joan Jet - remember the I Love Rock N' Roll video? - when I say I want some layers and bangs. I'm almost tempted to cut my own hair. Because it's the evil I know versus the evil I don't know. Can you tell this has given me a great deal of anxiety? I wish I had one of those faces that could pull off a shaved head. But, alas, God has blessed me with a huge forehead and chubby cheeks. Yeah right, blessed.