I feel like it's a bad sign when your daughter asks you for a pickle and you start crying. Not that the pickle had any significance. I feel very demanded of these days and it's starting to get to me. I hop from kid to kid, task to task and fight for every ounce of me time I get - and then pay for it to boot. My focus is gone. I can still see all the things around me that are wrong, but I have no real motivation to change them. Just a nagging sensation in the back of my brain. I don't even know if I see all the things I used to. I'm so used to things being out of order now. It scares me.

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me.

Ok, so maybe it's not all that dramatic, but I woke up full of energy today and was in much less pain than I have been for the last few days. And I've been in a really good mood all day. It's a little strange.

I hung out with a friend all morning, got the dishes done, got some laundry done, changed my profile pics, which isn't a big deal for most people, but really is for me, banished my girls to outside even though it's freezing cold and their poor little hands are all red and cold. (J/K, I didn't banish them, they wanted to go out and I was getting tired of listening to the whining, so now all is quiet. I just hope they don't get sick or frostbite or something.) Liam is watching a movie. I'm listening to music that does not include Veggie Tales, Wee Sing or SkippyJonJones. :)