I totally feel like I have a hangover. Funny, I had about 2 sips of champagne at midnight and that was it. Maybe it was Natalie's 5:30am wakeup and cajoling back to sleep. I did get to climb back into bed for an hour and a half later in the morning while Jim laid on the couch in his boxers "watcing" her. She's so pooped she's already down for another nap. I'm supposed to be doing work, but I can barely hold my head up, my neck and arms feel like they are made of jelly. Maybe it was the staying out late last night? I can't tell you the last time I got home at 12:30am...a late night for us is like, 9pm. We hung out with some friends while Natalie slept upstairs in her pack'n'play, we ate fondue and played a really rowdy game of trivial persuit 80's edition.
Anyway, this is not how I anticipated starting the new year. Maybe tomorrow when Jim is back at work and we can get into a routine and such I'll feel more philosophical about it. But for now, I can't even get past the piles of laundry that need to be put away, the stacks of papers and mail that need to be filed, and the 1200 words I have to write by tomorrow (this will be my third article written in as many days - hooray for procrastination!).