...and then the cat's nekkid bum was on my pillow.

It continues to be one of those weeks. I knew to expect as much. Only 9 more weeks of this until 'the injured colleague' is fully back in the game. Only about 4 more weeks until some of the load lifts off of me. Hey, who's counting?

1) A bright spot of the week was a generous gift of stylin' clothes, shoes, an uber-cute piggy bank and a beautiful pig paper cut from one of my fave moms. I will take pictures...it just may take a while. I can hardly wait to see how my young man looks in all that beautiful gear ;0) Gracis, madre bonita y caliente. Ciao bella!

2) I LOVE all the Christmas cards rolling in with updated pics for my 'wall of inspiration' THANK YOU. Yeah, I am a bite in the arse. No cards out this year. Heh, I'll send them next year when I can put some cuteness of my own in there.

3) Seriously, I am having trouble figuring out what day it is anymore. One runs into the next. When I do sleep I am having whacko dreams such as someone broke into my house and stole my furnace. Nothing else, just left a hole where the furnace was. You guessed it, I woke up freezing.

4) In my normal state of mind I would be utterly grossed out about my cat placing her nekkid arse dead-center of my pillow and smiling at me. No, I don't expect her to wear pants (although I think this may not be a half-bad idea). But, fatigue wins. I just sent her scampering, flipped the pillow over and crawled in. I decided if half the stuff I swim around in all day hasn't killed me then a little cat butt on the pillow isn't likely to do so. Yeah, I'm tired ;0)

5) Sometimes I think people have the impression that babies just 'fall out'. Well, often they do and that's just grand. Love it. But, it isn't always as easy as 'A Baby Story' editing makes it and some things would spell disaster in the wrong environment. Yes, sometimes even I must get very, very serious. Currently, I am sporting a left upper arm the color of an eggplant. Yeah, I got injured in the line of duty too but mine hardly required surgery so I am staying in the game. The bruise came from an impact (with a hard, metal object) during a very physical delivery. One can only look at the end result with a pink, healthy, LARGE screamer. One cannot dwell on the harrowing moments of getting there. Hey, we all survived and are no worse for the wear in the end. But, let's put it this way, I could do with less challenge to the reminders of why I undertook all that education. But, then again, it certainly keeps me on my toes. I'll be going for a color job to cover the new greys soon ;0)

6) Hey, I suspect I have less than a month until baby PIPA makes an appearance. I figure if I am 'peace in, peace out' she can be 'peace in, peace always'. Yes, I AM clearly delusional and I realize I may be changing her nickname to 'Taz'.

7) Going to go check the tub and make sure Jake didn't poop in it. If not I'm climbing in for a hot water nap. At this point, I consider it a good sign that I would care about there being poop in the tub.

8) Hope you're all keeping up with the season and finding time for the truly important things in life. Be back soon. Wishing you dreams of sugar-plum fairies (or something like that) and no butt-rings on your pillows.