From nursing in weird positions so I can play cars with my 3 year old (or fend off his kamikaze dive-bombs while feeding the baby) to carrying Jude in the sling along with these 25lb. milk-filled boobs, I'm plum worn out.
|I'm definitely in need of a hot shower here|
Though the sling is really comfy most days, Jude is gaining weight by the hour, it seems, so my back sometimes tires a lot sooner now. He is so darned cute in there, and quite snuggly.
I just can't motivate myself to get into a yoga routine, despite Mr. Geek's daily hour of it each morning. I should join in, however 4:45am is just wayyyyyy too early, especially after a night of interrupted sleep.
However, Advil is always available, 24/7. The path of least resistance always works for me and my lazy self. How about you?