Grey

• Freddie's stuffy.  His sleep is restless.  My sleep is minimal.
• Being a mom to a toddler in the winter sucks.  Do you know how long it takes us both to get dressed in the morning and out the door?  Too damn long.  And changing diapers outside after uncovering the diaper beneath all those clothes sucks too.  It's not even winter yet.
• It's been raining for days and days here.  It's cold and wet.  We walk everywhere.  Any time we try to leave the house we get rained on.
• Puddles are unavoidable.  Freddie's pants legs are wet.  His feet are wet.  His lip is quivering.  And then he needs his diaper changed.
• Wet pants, muddy jacket, pee pee rags...and no washing machine.  
• Having a pants-less boy means he has bizarre things dangling from his penis and hienie making their way into every single room.  Today it was cheerios.
• Exercising  = treadmill after Freddie's bedtime.  Yeah, right.  Do you know how exhausting it is being cooped up in this little apartment all day?  
• I'm so tired of being in this apartment I find myself daydreaming there was Chuck E. Cheese and a daiquiri machine in the basement of the building.  A little something for everyone.