(I chose a soundtrack song to go along with this post.
Enjoy while you read.)
Enjoy while you read.)
It's not that any one thing today was bad. I picked up checks, went to work, sat through a meeting, picked up more checks, picked up water, got groceries, made deposits at two banks and finally picking up Baddaddy at Trax. It all added up to a long day of sitting, driving, and getting in and out of the truck; which equals serious pain in the hip and emotional tiredness.
Mondays are just hard. It is my really busy day and its all just too much. And I have my concerns about my bosses. I know I am very blessed to be able to work from home...but the time I do spend at work is frustrating and somewhat unnecessary (less than 1/2 of the time I spend is actually needed). And I worry that I need to be saying something now instead of expecting things to be different with a baby. On one hand I want things worked out and scheduled and wonder if I should express things to the bosses now. On the other hand I think that it might just take care of itself the first time that I have to leave because I need to go home and nurse or the first time the baby starts screaming. I know they are guys and just aren't thinking that far ahead. I just can't help it.
I'm tired. I hurt. I'm emotional. I have hard days like today and I have other days which are pretty good. And I have this total fear...that labor will start on one of those really sucky days when I already feel so wiped out. Baddaddy said that I should think of it as the beginning of the end of those sucky days and all I have to do is get through the labor and birth and things will improve. I still really hope that it all happens on of my good days.
So for now, as silly as it may sound, some of you may understand as I say that I am now going to go have some bread and milk (I'm so glad I made bread yesterday) and read Nancy Drew.
5 comments:
I'm sorry you had a bad day. I totally understand the bread and milk thing. The first time I mentioned it Ben looked at me funny. He'd never had just bread and milk.
I hope tomorrow goes better (which it should since you don't have to go to the office).
Dal understands the bread and milk thing - I don't really. (ha, ha)
****HUGS****
I'm sorry to hear about your bad day. I really, REALLY feel for you, I hope you know that. The only thing I can't imagine about pregnancy is carrying quintuplets or something!! I truly have a lot of sympathy for you, cuz I know pregnancy can suck.
I keep saying 'hang in there.' It's stupid, I know. By this time, I was feeling like climbing the walls and clawing my hair out. But you're almost there! And if you ever need to really whine, you've got a shoulder and sympathetic ear in me!
(And yeah, pretty much, guys are clueless about EVERYTHING!)
There is no other comfort food to compare with bread and milk. Hang in there for a little longer and I promise it is all worth it. We pray for you in every family prayer and I plead for you in my prayers. Remember that which doesn't kill us makes us stronger. Love you so much.
You'll make it. Just keep swimming. What movie?
Shawn doesn't understand the bread and milk thing either, but I do. Sounds marvelous.
You can do it big sister.
I made bread today and didn't even think about bread and milk. I think I'll have some. Mike doesn't get a lot of food choices of mine...another one is peach cobbler with canned milk. To him it is ice cream or nothing. :)
Sorry things are cruddy right now. But hey, baby shower this weekend!!!
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