I am not having a good day.
I am not sleeping. I am so exhausted I am in tears.
I am sick of dealing with whiny needy kids. No matter what I do, it is not enough. Someone is always yanking on my arm or screaming for me. If it’s not my kids, it’s the stupid guinea pig squealing because he wants more hay.
I had one small thing planned today that I was looking forward to. I wanted to go to the Gymboree outlet store to return a pair of pants (I accidentally bought 2 in the same size for Emily) and grab 2-3 more shorts for Emily. Emily is a brat at the stores lately, so I went to try to find my pink umbrella stroller. At least with that, she would be a contained brat and I can handle that. Somewhat anyways.
I look everywhere, I can’t find it. I finally call hubby. He tells me to look in the barn, which is so ridiculously cluttered and trashed right now, there aren’t any words. I can’t find it. Then he mentions that maybe it’s outside on the porch. Well, what do you know? There it is! OUTSIDE, on the FREAKIN’ PORCH! ALL WINTER LONG! And what is the stroller covered with? MILDEW! Some genius decided to leave it there. Me? Nope. My husband!
My favorite adorable pink Jeep umbrella stroller. Ruined.
That’s just the icing on the cake for my day. Oh and it’s barely 1 pm.
So my Gymboree trip is cancelled. I am too tired & in too much pain to attempt to deal with chasing Miss Princess throughout the stores while she runs away and screams at the top of her lungs when I grab her arm.
I have been trying to get together with a couple “friends” for the past several months. If we’re not sick, they are. But they never get back to me, one especially. I am beginning to think that they don’t want to get together with me. I am trying really hard to find some friends at our church who have boys Nathan’s age and there are a couple, but apparently they don’t need or want new friends. And I have my poor little boy asking to see his friends all the time, but all I can tell him is that Mommy is trying but not having any luck. At what point do I give up? Cause I’m about ready to.
I’ve heard about babies kicking so hard that they break one of Mom’s ribs. Well if any of my babies is going to do that to me, it’s Joshua. He is so strong and so active, he is really causing some pain just from his movements.
Can I give up on life in general right now?
I am honestly not in any big rush to have Joshua arrive. I am so exhausted and overwhelmed right now that I think I am crazy to think I could handle 3 kids.
Yet I am in such pain, I just want him OUT. NOW.
I will probably come back and edit this post later because I usually try to avoid criticizing my husband but I am too grumpy right now to not post about him.
*Yes, I have since edited. 😉
I guess that’s all for now. Anyone want to trade places with me?