Remember that post a few days back about having the worst week ever? Yeah, it didn't get better. Thursday I totally fell apart. A mini nervous breakdown, perhaps? It really wasn't a laughing matter. It was all just too much suddenly - the baby, the trip to NC, the move, the mastitis, the late nights working frantically on the house, Matt's trip and not nearly enough sleep. I feebly waved my white flag on Friday and sought out some help and then tried to catch up on some desperately needed sleep over the weekend. I'm starting to feel a little better now, and looking forward - to the warmer days that are right around the corner, the two birthdays to celebrate this week, and a much anticipated visit with Matt's mom.
It's warmed up just enough outside to start taking some walks in our new neighborhood with the kids. It feels so good to get out of the house and breathe in some fresh air - even if that air's still pretty cold.