My Hell week....

This week has not been fun for me. I worked Monday night, got 3 hours of sleep on Tuesday, and went back to work Tuesday night. I got 3 hours of sleep Wednesday morning, but since I was up anyway, I wanted to make a treat for Mindy and her family, because her grandma had died, and they'd been doing all the funeral stuff. I decided to make chocolate chip cookies, because I figured I could bake most of the cookies, and have just a little of the dough. Well, in my sleep deprived state, I made cookie dough and put it in the fridge to cool. I did get a nap Wednesday, 1 hour and 15 minutes until Talia woke me. Then, I laid there for 15 minutes trying to drag myself out of bed, and listening to Talia play in her crib, until her sounds became more demanding of my presence. I got dressed and ready, and went to Staff meeting. I hate staff meeting Wednesdays. It's just one more day I have to get a babysitter, and go into work. Staff meeting from 3:30 til 5, then I went and bought Talia a big girl carseat...one that faces forward. I had saved 2 from when Alec was a baby...one is in Cole's car, and the other one was missing a vital piece...and I hated it anyway. I really like the new carseat. When I got home, we had dinner, and then I baked the cookies. They didn't turn out...more like they melted all over the pan. Cole laughed at me, of course...then, when he looked at the dough, he asked me if I had put enough flour in. As I thought back (more clearheaded in the evening than I was in the morning), I realized that I had, in fact, shorted the recipe 3/4 a cup of flour. That explained it...I should never try to cook when I'm exhausted. We went to bed later, and I slept like a rock...and today got up to start all over. I'm back at work tonight. I really didn't want to be here, I was hoping to be called off...but my hopes were dashed when they took one of the other therapists off the schedule. So, I'm cranky and irritated...and I know I'm complaining and sound really, really whiny. I am a very blessed woman...I have 3 beautiful children, a wonderful husband, a career that (usually) I like and enjoy, a beautiful home, a wonderful ward, supportive friends, and I am 3 lbs away from my first goal weight! Now that I've vented, however, I feel a bit better. And after tonight, I get to have 2 days of scrapbooking..../me time. So I won't complain anymore.