m u s h

It is like 65 degrees outside and we are blobbing around watching Pingu, picking away at halloween candy, debating whether or not to go to Kroger or Value Center or Meijers for shopping, it must occur before dinner, as we are out of food. I hate this. I hate the whole thing. My enthusiasm is gone for the magical menus, we ate every single thing we like and now we are trying to think of different meals. yawn yawn whiney whiney whine. My body is in hormonal hell, I look like courtney love, all roots and zits and crazy eyes.... Charlie sleeps through the night often enough to tell my body that I dont night nurse anymore, so up starts all sorts of homonal occurances, but then BAM he will wake up several nights in a row several times, and then my body thinks "the baby is back!" and so I have been on a roller coaster ride of moods and skin problems and aches and pains. sucky. I am tired. I am confused, mentally dull, the vitamin B6 can only do so much for the cotton sweater that has replaced my brain. Am I suppossed to go out side and step in some stupid mud just because it is warm out? woowoo we walked in mud. I am not in the mood. I need somethingly sparkly icey indigo to happen as soon as possible and negate this paintrain of gravytan and mushey bread.