This entry...sucks.

I think Chase is in denial about her age. She will be 6 months old on the 5th, but last night she slept as though she were still a newborn. She was awake every 2 hours...not even to eat, she was just tossing and turning and she just seemed frustrated. I was getting frustrated as well, and a frustrated mom+a frustrated baby is not a good mix. About the 5th time she woke up, she stayed awake for nearly 2 hours. Sigh. And of course Mark was no help because when he got home from work, he immediately crashed on the couch. I can't blame him, though. 3rd shift really sucks balls, and he didn't sleep that great over the weekend.

But anyway, so that was good times. Now this morning has been the morning from hell. I went to get my breakfast entree out of the microwave, and I completely ignored the warning that said: "Caution, peel back plastic cover with care." Burned the eff out of my left index finger. Then, as I was bringing said boiling entree of doom into the living room to eat, my dumbass self wasn't paying attention and I stubbed my toe on Chase's bouncy seat. So now my finger and my toe are both throbbing, and I'm trying to feed Chase her oatmeal, but she's too interested in pulling her bib off and playing with it. I have a bunch of errands to run today, and my mom just called asking if I wanted to combine our errand-running for the afternoon. Also, I'm beginning a Spring cleaning project on my house. I am planning on cleaning every crevice within this hell-hole, and getting rid of any and all clutter I come across. I am tired of all this stuff. I don't understand how Mark and I managed to accumulate so much unnecessary shit over the years. There are bags and bags of clothes in the basement that need to be donated...and have been sitting there for, no joke, 4 years. We just never got around to taking them to Goodwill, so instead I am scheduling for Purple Heart to come and take all this stuff away. Our basement looks like a scene from Hoarders. My summer projects are going to be setting up the guest room as well as my sewing room. I also want to start designing Chase's playroom, although actual construction on that won't take place until she's a toddler.
So my list today is a lengthy one, and I'm skipping the gym because I need to get this stuff taken care of, otherwise I'm gonna go insane.

Anyway, this entry blows, so Imma end it now. I'll come back when I have more witty and interesting things to say.

Oh yeah, and Osama's dead. That's pretty sweet, amirite? Virtual high five. Nice.