a serious case of the blahs

we have them here. or should i say, i have them.

and when i get the blahs, especially with  a newborn, i get a little worried that the 'crazies' might be coming upon me again. but then i sit back, take inventory and realize, we just got home after 2 weeks away. we recieved oodles and oodles of very nice presents that i have absolutely no where to store. i have a 3 month old baby. i have a 2 year old. i have a (sometimes helpful) 5 year old.

is it normal to feel this blah? maybe. maybe not. but i am trying to do what my doctor prescribed after abby.

rx for the mental blah's:

1. wake up, eat, and go to bed at the same time every day (routine is key)
   
2. get outside for at least 20 minutes a day
3. exercise ( i usually combine 2 & 3)
4. shower, dress in real clothes, and put on make-up everyday (ok i added this one myself but it really works. for reals.)

so today i did just that. i am a little at the mercy of phoebsters as to when i go to sleep and get up, but i do have control over the rest of those.  i got up. showered. got dressed. tried to tackle the mess that we are living in. played with the girls.  and we decided to take some photos.

oh photo booth. how do i love thee? we were entertained for a good while here. and had some guests pop in and grace us with their photos also.

remember i dressed up today, trying to cheer myself up?

yeah, all that work only to resemble a young delta burke from designing women. go figure.
also proof that i don't use botox, as abby lovingly calls my forehead 'the rainbow!'

 

 da phoebes

 abby's self portrait

 

 goofballs