I don't know if I have writer's block (never have, before) or if I am just in a Funk. I do know that I am in a Funk. Maybe it is only that, and it unfortunately has conicided with NaBloPoMo. I don't know what has caused said Funk. Everything was fine, I was enjoying my glamourous adventures as a stay-at-home-mom, I had given up dairy in an effort to make Audrey less fussy and as a side benefit had lost weight so I was fitting into my 'goal' jeans -- the ones I had just bought when I met James lo these five years ago.

And then Audrey got baby Zantac and I figured oh what the hell, I miss my damn lattes and baking with butter, so I started easing some dairy back in, stopped with the weight loss and next thing you know ... Funky. Now that I have written that, it would appear that dairy is the culprit, but I don't think it is.

I am in a bit of a conflicted mood about the holidays. I love Christmas. I love buying things for people and I freely admit I love getting gifts. But the problem is, people are HARD to buy for, so then I get stressed, and this year especially, with the glamourous SAHM-ness, we have to budget carefully for the gifts, and Patrick has not yet mastered the art of being grateful and I really am not looking forward to miserable crying Patrick on Christmas morning because we got the wrong train. THEN we are going to Disney World in January, which, YAY!, but then I start to think about flying (which now frightens me) and then Disney with a six-month-old?

And THEN I think, OMG, am I totally screwing this whole childrearing thing up? Patrick watches cartoons all the time because I am forever feeding Audrey, and maybe I should get her on a schedule and she shouldn't need to be touching me all 24 hours of the day to avoid the screaming, right?

So clearly I just need to live in the moment and maybe try my hand at being grateful because we are pretty damn lucky.