I told Miles last night I feel pretty "blah" most of the time. Very thankful for my husband, my job, our home, our baby kitty, my new car...but too exhausted to really feel like I'm appreciating anything properly. For almost a month now, I've been watching a second nanny baby. An 18 month old is definitely a handful, but add a 4 month old to the mix and I'm about dead by the end of the day. I know moms do this all the time, and I know they're way more exhausted that I am since I can hand the babies over at 5, but ahhhhh! So this is my "I'm still alive, but barely" post. Hopefully I can figure out a way to reclaim my life outside of nanny hood soon. But until then, my bed (with a newly purchased memory foam topper, wowzers) is my favorite place to be, and the hardest place to leave.