Just a tid-bit of This-N-That.

It seems like my life is always full of some drama. I guess everyones is.
I try not to focus on it, but this is where I dump it. Where I put it all to keep it from destroying my life.
Problem is, I can't always be as honest as I want to be.
Mostly because the truth about the way people feel can be hurtful, and that is not who I want to be.
Some things ARE better left unsaid.
And the way I feel about a situation isn't important if it isn't my situation, and it's the way you WANT to live.
These things, I can tell my husband. He listens, and understands.
Somethings, I don't say to my husband. Like stuff on here. Perhaps I say them in a kinder way. But this place is where my anger, and sadness go.
He is where I place the things I cannot put on here.

Moving on.
Tomorrow is going to be hell. It's 0112.
I have a meeting at 1600 with the command team.
Husband needs the vehicle the first half of the day.
BFF has family coming in.
I have to drop Belle off at BFF's house in Jville.
Plus, it's supposed to rain. So Lovesband riding his bike is going to be a pain.
I might not go. I REALLY want to, but seems like a lot to go through for a meeting.

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It's 3am.

Belle and I have been going to bed 'round about 3am, as of late. Dont ask me how it happened. It just did. Here we are, watching The Goodnight Show on Sprout. For the 3rd time. I'd like to adjust her schedule, but that also means adjusting mine. So, it's going to be a process. Momma is SUPER cranky when she doesn't get enough sleep. We've tried not letting her nap, but she passes out like a Witness with a Watchtower.
The only option is waking up earlier. I've tried earlier nap. But it does NOT happen.
From the beginning, we've let her run her own schedule, and it's worked for an entire year. But mostly since her random SCREAMING episode the other day, it's been 3am.
Before that, it was around 1am. Which wasn't all that bad.
But 3am?!? This is just unreasonable. Do you know what TIME we get up after a full 8hrs? It's like we never see daylight!
On an unrelated note, must babies always jam their elbows into your breasts? OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWCH!

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