At Least I'm Predictable

Here it is, the last day in January and my blogging experience is already past due.  I think what happened was the Gaslight show went up and I immediately went back to work, which means little to no time for anything but the necessities.  And, unfortunately, blog, you are unnecessary.  But it's nice to be back for some venting.
I am so tired all the time.  I am tired ALMOST like I was when I was pregnant.  But I am not pregnant.  I am a working mom, yes, but a working mom of one.  One very good, very pleasant toddler.  And I have a supportive husband who contributes to the household.  What is the reasoning behind this?  I am not sure, though I think I have to go back to the dr. for bloodwork.  It's time to check my thyroid levels anyway; maybe my dosage needs adjustment.  If that's not the case, I will have to make an appointment.  Because I am not a fan of this.  I have NO energy.  I can barely get my work done on a good day, I never exercise and my sex drive is caput.  I am managing, but not managing well enough to stay happy.  I am trying to monitor my evening carb intake as well.  Sometimes it feels like a crash and burn kind of tired, so I wonder if I am overloading on carbs when I eat dinner with my starch-loving family.  That's no good for a variety of reasons, but it's also an easy-ish fix.  I do love carbs...but it's not worth it to feel like this.  I could close my eyes right now and I haven't even opened my bag to do work tonight.  This is not the example I want to set for my son, nor the wife I want to be for my husband.  For now, I have to fight it; hopefully, in the future, I can fix it.

Multi-tasking

Well, this entry was going to be about manners and words and how I love both when they come out of Max's mouth.  However, my hand-me-down MacBook (for which I am grateful, don't get me wrong) is a hand-me-down because it only works while plugged in; the battery holds no power at all.  So here I sit as Max plays, and I with him, reading to him, helping him build, pausing once in a while to add to this blog.
Then it happens.  The terrible thing on which sitcoms with laugh-tracks thrive.  Max pulls the plug.  Immediate shut down.  Of the MacBook and my brain.  Not only was I multi-tasking with the computer and the child, I was multi-tasking on the computer, uploading all of our Christmas photos and working on this.  For whatever reason, while uploading the photos to my photo site of choice, it uploaded every one 3 times.  (I had wondered why it was taking so long.)  So there I sat, scrolling, clicking and deleting.  Until the screen went black.  And the pit in my stomach formed, as I considered the tedious task in which I had already invested some serious playtime.  The thought of doing it all again made me want to just not share the photos.  Well, the photos were saved and all deletions had been maintained.  The blog, however, was gone except for the title: Help you?  Ironic...which you'd understand if you'd been able to read the text which is now gone forever.
My frustration when these things happen reaches admittedly ridiculous heights.  And the anger that follows is just as ridiculous.  I recognize it.  But I feel justified since I was so happy with the lyric of my thoughts and it's not something that I can recreate.  So I chose to not even try and shared this story instead.
Lesson learned: Max deserves my attention 1000% when I am able to give it.  It was a reminder that I don't always have the opportunity to just play with him and I should just take advantage of it when I can.  So that's where I'm off to...