Blah.

Things have been working out well for me. I just went on a fabulous family holiday, have a great new job, hubs and kidlet are good. I have no serious issues in life right now that I really should complain about.

So what the hell is up with me? I feel like a sack. I have zero drive in the evenings to want to even put forth an effort to watch a movie (tough one, I know). The second that my little dude goes to bed I am going mach 10 to fly into my bed as well for the night, and sometimes it is as early as 8:00. I wake up in the morning, and my first thought is asking myself what the day's plans are in hopes for another early night. I cannot be bothered to cook dinner, so it won't be a shocker if I serve up our 13 month old's dinner choice-- grilled cheese and alpha-ghetti. Tonight I ate cereal.

People are asking when I am able to get together for some drinks, or stop by for a glass of wine. I always give the same answer--- an enthusiastic, 'Let's make a date!" and never follow through. I am a social girl, and the majority of our friends have kids so I could take Hudson in tow if need be. I just can't be bothered.

Maybe it's just the winter hermit-mode blues. I'd rather bitch about it in a post that actually do something positive about it.

Just stuck in a rut I guess.