My Name is Amy, and I'm a Dayquil Addict

Hi friends! I'm happy to say that I've kicked the Dayquil monkey off my back, and I'm now living Claritin clear. Which is not to say that I've been taking Claritin. It just means that I can breathe through my nose without the aid of pharmaceuticals, and my head is no longer in danger of exploding. I'm just trying to say that I'm (feeling) SUPER, THANKS FOR ASKING...!

(If you know what that is in reference to, you are officially one of the cool kids).

So, life... is crazy! Work is still absolutely ridiculous (as evidenced by the fact that I'm sitting at my desk blogging- hah!), but I'm muddling through the days and have not yet killed anyone. As predicted, Boss has accomplished nothing in the 2 weeks she's been back at work, and is due to be gone for another three months starting on next Wednesday. Whatever. I'm so over it that I don't even want to talk about it anymore. The good news is that Boss's boss and I are interviewing a consultant this afternoon who will take over for Boss and actually help me, oh, I dunno, RUN THE PROGRAM! in Boss's absence. So, yay!

Kidlet has entered an interesting phase in which she does everything at full speed while looking at everything except whatever she is about to crash into/trip over. She has stopped walking and now chooses to run, skip, hop, or dance everywhere instead. She came home from school on Wednesday with a lovely scrape down her otherwise adorable nose. She apparently landed on her face while "walking" (hopping/dancing) back to school from the playground with her class. As of this morning, her nose was obscured by an impressive scab. I'm so glad today is picture day and we can professionally memorialize this moment in kidlet's childhood. We can look back on this photo and say "Remember that sweater Yaya knitted you? And the first time you landed on your face?" Good times, fun times.

See, she was adorable before the maiming!