the aftermath of the nightshift

I was walking out of work this morning thinking...

"Wow. I went to work on Saturday and next thing I know I'll be waking up Wednesday afternoon!"

I went home, crawled into bed and was out like a lightbulb.

It wasn't until 6:00 pm that Tristan informed me...

"Babe, it's Tuesday not Wednesday."

Heaven help me! I'm either:

A. Going crazy.

B. Suffering from a bad case of pregnancy brain.

or

C. All of the above.

I'd go with option C.

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But, there is good news! Today is my "Friday"!

Tristan and I celebrated with a date night to Buffalo Wild Wings and a stop at Wendys (for a frosty for baby of course) on the way home.

I'll continue to celebrate by going to bed... well... now. So 10 pm.

Though I do have high hopes for my "weekend":

- grocery shopping

- doing the laundry that I hate doing (sheets and towels)

- cleaning the house, deep. deep. cleaning

- actually getting ready and wearing real clothes (wait, scrubs don't count as real clothes but what about yoga pants??)

- visiting my two favorite little (not so little anymore girls). if you haven't met them, click here. they are so sweet.

- going on lots of Kacee walks and hikes

- finding the "mommy chair" for baby boy's nursery

- working on my Thanksgiving, Christmas and baby videos (why am I so behind in life!?)

- working on my scrapbooks

Or perhaps more likely...

I will sleep in until 2 pm everyday and keep Tristan up all night watching White Collar. 

I'm shooting for finishing my to do list though. 

Wish me luck! And have a good rest of your week!