1932nd Nervous Breakdown...Wednesday Edition!

Its Wednesday, but I only know that because I just happened to read it somewhere, not because I have some inherent awareness of what day is what. Just so I don't forget, lets do a Wednesday by the numbers!

1. Bebe is scared when she goes to bed now, so that's a new nightly battle.  We read a gazillion books, sing the soothing goodnight songs and step out of the room like normal and the panic sets in.  She didn't fall asleep last night until 10:04PM....in my bed...and only with me next to her.   
2. I have a pile of laundry that is trying to bury me alive. I will finish it and spit on its grave.
3. I can't get up early enough to work out as much as I'd like,but I'm persevering with the no meat and no dairy.  I think I've lost some weight, so that's a positive.  And no, I haven't been able to will myself onto a scale for fear that it will send me into a shame spiral.  I mean, I hate myself enough already without physical proof.
4.  I really want an egg, sunny side up, cooked in a little olive oil.  Salt and pepper.  Runny. Little chunk of bread to dip in the yolk.
5. I don't think I like cheese anymore.  Please note, I'm talking about run of the mill, pre-sliced, sandwich cheese.  Now, if you put some farmers cheese on a cracker or some brie?  Going in my mouth (insert dick joke here).
6. I desperately want to do another episode of the podcast but can't figure out how to work that very tedious process into my life at the moment.  But I do have a guest list damnit.
7. I'm already planning road trips for my entire winter break.  Bebe and I will be traveling to TN, WV, and OH.
8. School is kicking my ass and I don't know what else I can do to make it less painful...or more painful. 
9. My family is making me absolutely bananas...which is an excellent transition to 11! 

10. This weekend I'm getting in the family truckster and driving solo, sans Bebe, to TN to visit two fabulous people and to have some time to myself.  Part of me feels guilty for not taking her, because I want her to know her aunties.  Part of me wants to leave her here because I want to punish my husband.  Part of me is jealous that he gets the whole weekend with her.  I'm running away for 2 nights and that's that.
11. Haven't had much time for fun things like painting my toe nails, plucking my eyebrows, flipping through magazines and listening to my favorite podcasters.  I'm going to catch up on that last one this weekend.  I need some Maron and Walking the Room to make it all right again.   If you listen to either, especially the later, you know how fucked that is.

Love to hear from you,
Molly