I don’t know why today was special.? I mean, there was no more stressors than usual looming this morning.? But for some reason, around 10 o’clock am this morning, I snapped.? Just lost my ever-living nut.? All of the sudden, everything that I’d been idly worrying about or that had been aggravating me ganged up and charged me.? There were the cats, which HAVE to go before the baby comes.? I’m so not even kidding.? There is the fact that there’s no powder bath yet.? Because the IRS hates us.? And having a full bladdar causes more BH contractions.? But then again, not drinking anything so I don’t have to pee so often causes BH contractions too.? Oh, and having to run up stairs each time I have to pee?? Causes Bh contractions.? They’ve been pretty prevalent this morning, probably because of the stress.? I had a bunch yesterday, mostly due to dehydration including one particular nasty one just as I got upstairs.
Also, our upstairs is a nightmare.? The loft is a disaster area.? It’s a situation of there being more toys than places to put them away.? And the fact that everyone gives H presents that have about a billion little pieces and they are currently EVERYWHERE up there.? And he never plays with them.? And the cats (did I mention them yet?)?? Stink.? Besides Tiger liking to find things to pee on (suitcases is a new favorite, though any old pile of H or K’s clothes will do), their litter boxes are wretched.? I am on litter-box hiatus and K hates to clean them so they only get cleaned when they ABSOLUTELY have to.? Plus, these cats (read: Tiger) aren’t the most fastidious sort and there is all sorts of crap (scarily enough, I do mean that literally) all over the laundry room floor. Yeah.? The laundry room.? Where one would go to wash clothes except I can barely stand to be in the room so guess how much laundry has gotten done lately?? And even if I were to brave the feces?? I can’t put one load from the washer into the dryer without one of those gut-wrenching BH contractions.? :P
Have I mentioned BlogHer?? You all know how bad I want to go.? But the tickets for day one, the day I’m supposed to help out with a couple of the sessions are almost sold out.? Yep.? And me with $26 in my account.? I’m expecting some more $ by the end of the week, but what if the tickets are gone by then?? Result?? Stress.? And how about the lack of baby stuff?? Yeah, we’re lacking.? Went by Babies R’ Us yesterday and was freaked out by the price tag on everything I want to get and the knowledge that I’m going to have to skip a few things and I HATE having to do that.? Plus, there’s no guarantee that if I had the $ available to buy these things that I would because I’m still neurotic about actually having a live baby when this is all said and done.? So it’s a catch-22, I’m stressed because I have nothing and stressed at the thought of buying anything anyhow.
So I guess it’s really no surprise that I wigged out this morning. That my level of breakdown was enough that K came home from work early to take H to school and try to clean up the loft, to do SOMETHING to help me relax because he’s scared to death I’ll go into pre-term labor or need bed-rest.? Unlikely though that is.
So… yeah.? Happy Monday.
This is me. I'm a thirtysomething stay at home mom to three kids. For years I was a stay at home mom to one kid and trying very hard to have more. It took a LONG time (ie: 6 1/2 years), but finally Liam arrived and charmed us with his blue eyes and ginormous, round head. Then we got a shock: I was pregnant again and this time it was a GIRL. Our hearts and home are full at last and now that we're done having babies, we get to relax (snort) and watch them grow (not too fast now, you hear?). Thanks for coming by, feel free to dip into my archives, read my About and History pages (just don't do Jackson's Story without tissues!) and make yourself at home.
