Anyways, there you go with that.
Why on earth do we work 5 days and get 2 off? That is so not balanced. 4 and 3 would be so much better. Think about how much BETTER you feel when you have a 3 day weekend. How much more SHIT you get done. It's amazing.
We brought home a White Sox winner yesterday -- PJ and I both have burned faces, but oh well. Neither of us is in pain.
Maggie is FINALLY cutting a tooth. I can feel the jagged edges ever so slightly on her gum, which explains her fussiness at night. I'm generally okay with fussiness when I know it has a reason. And I am so happy she's getting her tooth! Once it comes in, I begin night weaning. Which is just one step away from day and pump weaning. Oh how I can't wait to get my boobs back.


