I admit it, i've

I admit it, i've been boring lately. B-O-R-I-N-G. Boring, lazy-assed bad mother. I can't get my energy up to do much of anything. Because, yes, i am so darn tired. I have not weaned my 2 year old son. How did i become a mother who nurses a two year old? How did that happen. I am most thankful that it doesn't happen in public because, quite frankly, that would be embarrassing and even i would have to point at myself and snigger.

It's time that i was honest with myself. My name is Jess and i am not the mother of a baby. My son is two years old. He CAN sleep without me and he CAN sleep for more than ONE hour at a time. My name is Jess and i am addicted to sleep-deprivation.

I know that the answer to this time-old problem is to go cold turkey. "No BOOBY!" But, well, wimp. Plus, the ladies - they don't want to get engorged and i am prone to mastitis and, well, excuses i tell you. I am all about excuses.

Perhaps if I exercised i would be less tired. And went to bed early. And didn't drink wine. And didn't service the hubs. And, and, and.

See, i just came up with a lot of excuses.

I am sorry internets that i have been such a lame-ass. I am suffering post-baby-newly-toddlered-posttubestied - stress disorder. There has got to be a medication for this.

jess