but I am le tired.

That's how I feel--about everything.  It's Sunday.  YAY a new week.  We're starting over.  Last week was for the birds... and I am no bird.  My weekend was sad.  My car is totaled.  My niece is amazing, but not gaining weight and they can't figure out why.  My dad's cousin had a heart attack and quadruple bypass surgery and not doing well.  It's effing hot.  My body hurts.  Turns out 8 miles is a lot further than it used to be, running wise.  I forgot an integral part of our dinner and le sigh... I am fatties.  All in all... I'm hoping that things come in gigantic waves and that my wave is over for now.  Waves are overrated in my opinion.  I remember going to the beach and my sister and I playing on our raft and floating way further down the ocean than we though.  We realized this way too late.  I feel like that now.

It's all fun and games until you can't find your beach towel.  And your snacks.  And your parents.

So someone send up a flair gun.  And while you're at it... figure out which car I should get.  Or come and babysit because taking a 1 year old and his car seat car shopping is not quite as exciting as you might think.