Hey everybody. I’ve been babysitting since super early this morning, and running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Tomorrow isn’t going to be any better either. It’s a day full of paying rent, getting our hair cut and mine colored (thank you Lord), finishing Christmas shopping, hopefully getting groceries, and maybe having to do all of this with a Jayden baby in tow. Oh well, should be fun. So if there is no blog tomorrow or if it is late, I do apologize in advance. Anyways, I just barely got a sick and tired little me home from all the previous errand running and craziness, and now I’m snuggled with a Toby dog. Betting on how I’ve been feeling and swollen golf ball sized tonsils, you guessed it! Yet another round of tonsillitis for the books. Hence the play on song lyrics for the title (hehe….anybody? No? Okay….). Accompany that with a stuffed up nose, throbbing headache and achy body, you’ve got a very tuckered out wifey wife. My bed is so comfortable after a day of being baby jungle gym which I don’t mind in the least. Also on that subject, I’m starting to think Marcus is officially on board with the baby situation, and it was another low day on the monitor. So now, I’m going to snuggle deep deep down in this comfy as all hell bed, watch some Netflix, and curl up in a tiny ball and die (not literally die, but you get my point). I’ll probably throw my chili recipe on here tomorrow since that’s what’s on the menu for dinner, so keep an eye out for that.