Me.

I'm grumpy alot these days.

I'm grumpy at the general things in life, grumpy at my beloved, grumpy that I never seem to have time for myself, get the house cleaned, get work done. Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy. But when I'm away from JB, I don't know what to do with myself! That thought makes me even more grumpy.

Gah. And all I've been thinking for days is "When can I cut my nails?" Yes, you heard right. Just cutting them off with a nailclipper, nothing fancy. No polish, no buffing (pah!!!), nada. Alright, so I'm finally doing it now. Hang on...

[clip! clip! clip! x 7]

Aah, what a relief. I hate long nails. Everything gets stuck in them, and for some strange reason, I always feel my hands are dirty when my nails grow out. Weird, yes? Even weirder why I've spent 50 words just talking about nails? Time to move on, me thinks.

So, JB is 3 months old. I've been a mama for over 90 days now (feels like a lifetime). I've come a long way from those initial first four weeks. They seem a haze now, days and nights of pain, exhaustion, euphoria, panic, joy... all bundled up into the craziest time in my life, so far. JB has moved on to infant nappies (bye bye newborns!), switching to 00 clothings (bye bye cute onesies!), garbles and drools all the time (now I know why I got all those bibs!).

Anyway. He's really fun now. I wish I won the lotto, retired from work and just got to play with him all day. Maybe hire someone to help me out (especially when JB's super cranky), so I can go knit in peace for a while, read a book, take a shit, cut my nails(?). Ah well, wishful thinking. There are heaps more out there in need of a hand, and look at me, whinging. I got it good.

Be thanful for what you got (like the song). Yes, I am.

Nite nite.