A week and a day.  I made it a week and a day.

Which, in all honesty, is longer than I thought I would.

I’m home today.  As is the Binja.  He is batting playfully at his little archway toy thingie.  I am trying to work on my vocabulary skills and miserably failing. (Archway toy thingie, Sarah?  REALLY?)

After a long night followed by a longer overnight, I woke up this morning and realized that I’m just too damn tired to be useful to anyone.  I fully intend to catch a nap today.  I WILL NOT CLEAN HOUSE TODAY. (ha. Who are we kidding?)

Mostly, I’m going to not let the child sleep.  Yesterday was my fault; I took him to a rehearsal and then was all too happy to let him sleep for two-point-five hours while I worked.  So naturally the child was WIDEFREAKINAWAKE all night.  Today, that will not happen.  Mainly because Bryan learned (at two a.m.) that Tony is now batting at things.  This keeps him entertained endlessly, to sit and bat at hanging toys.  Guess who can sleep while he’s batting?  SARAH CAN!

I realized last night, when I sat down at 10 or so, that I had only eaten a pack of peanut butter crackers all day.  I was reminded of a quote from Sex & the City when Miranda dressed for a girls night out and realized she could fit into her skinny jeans. Samantha asked how she’d done it and she responded, “I had a child and stopped having time to eat.”

Of course, my skinny jeans are a laughable distance away, but still. I get the gist of what she’s saying.

Speaking of, today I begin a new diet. One of those prepackaged food diets. It’s extremely exciting because 1) I may lose weight and 2) there is always portable food ready to eat at a moment’s notice. I might actually EAT this way. And typing that makes me feel like a freak, because I go on a diet to eat. Isn’t that backwards?

Anyway, the vacuum beckons.