HEADACHE: Mostly gone. Hearing probably also 5% reduced, but I'll take that over a perpetual knife in the ear. Let's say a 2.
F@#$ING MASTITIS: Persists as milk blister. Imagine a blister in a sensitive area and, well, it's about as fun as that. 3.5.
WORK FRUSTRATION: A solid 6 for reasons I will not discuss, owing to my desire to stay employed. Also frustrating: the fact that I do not enjoy or value most of my daily work of cooking, cleaning, and general contracting secondary to subsidizing my spouse's career. This Too Is A Phase.
CHILDREN: Continue to injure each other in appalling ways (no, I do not let them bully each other, but I cannot be constantly physically present with three children). Latest: head slammed in door. Ranging from 2 to 'It goes to eleven. "
BABY: Sweet, endearing, and yet SO high maintenance. I wonder if I will ever adapt to the reality of having a third child. Maybe when she can walk and talk? (Current words: DA- dog/cat/squirrel; NA NA- milk/mommy/feed me, peons). The baby year is just so darn hard, people.
FUCKING DEPRESSED: Enjoying a renaissance thanks to Where Are My Real Friends Here, I Want R and N, WAAAAAH. Prescription: more exercise, more free time (HA), more gardening (double ha).
NO F@#%ING STOVE: Have I mentioned I've had no stove for TWO months? Yes. It's kind of like going to the post office: anything involving more than a certain number of steps rapidly becomes asymptotic to 'impossible'. Now I must visit a metal shop during business hours, procure a 36 x 2 5/8" strip, sand it, and paint it black. This makes three stove tops, four trips to the hardware store, and three electricians.