It's the start of what will be a VERY long work week--I'm managing over 700 guests on campus this weekend and poop keeps being screwed up in ways we've never had it screwed up before.
(things like the state level people loosing our information, etc).
Not my fault, but it'll be on myhead when it goes to pot
We have no electricity at our house. Buffy woke up, wanted to nurse, I was nursing her and the power went out--including her wee night-light, zomg, panic ensued (from her--much screaming). I'm badly dressed because trying to find clothes that match, in the dark, before 6 am while a toddler holds a flashlight for you? not so good.
This 'partial weaning' thing + stress = wonky hormones--PMS sucks, and this expalins my irrational desire to stab only mildly-irritating people for the past 2 weeks. (normally I only desire to stab very irritating people)
I spent 5 hours working on stuff, which involved copious notes from the CDC's website. Now I feel icky, because the CDC makes me want to bathe in bleach.