I’m so flippin’ exhausted.
Sam is gone all week. This is the second week of it and we have one more to go. He comes home on the weekends and then, because he’s been working 24 hours a day for 5 days, he wants to relax and I want to as well and Bella does not.
Bella is being awful. This morning she pulled my hair so hard that I almost came uncorked. I hate when she does that. Then at Gymboree she did it again while I was holding her, and refused to stand up when I put her down. So she ended up falling on the floor while I tried to catch her and it looked like I shoved her to the ground. Another mom threw me a dirty look.
The cats continually barf on the carpet and I have this dream of just opening the door and tossing them all outside to barf anywhere else they might want to except my floor.
The house is a *gasp* mess. And I’m so tired I don’t even care.
Bella wakes up multiple times a night for no apparent reason; paci that’s in her mouth, water that’s on the side, to meow at a kitty that managed to sneak in her room (probably to barf somewhere).
The days I plan things to do are the days when things spin out of control on here and I find myself glued to my phone or computer trying to entertain Bella in between emails.
I HATE GROCERY SHOPPING.
My pants are getting tighter and it’s because I need to cram every piece of food into my mouth for survival and hibernation.
Everyone is all happy and pregnant and I feel like I’m the freak of nature that is over-thinking having any more kids.
I miss Sam and the only way I can communicate with him all week is by text and only once a day as he snuck his phone out with him.
There isn’t anything good to watch on Netflix.
NO, wait. Scratch that. I did find a little gem of a show called Sister Wives/Really Creepy Husband with Bad Hair the other day. It’s good.
And I have cheesecake ice cream in front of me.
And UPS just showed up with a book.
So it’s 7:30pm and things are looking up. Who knows – in 2 more hours I could be passed out on the couch with the kitties smothering me and dirty dishes in the sink.
I know, right? Whoa, things are moving pretty fast here. Maybe we’ll just start with passing out on the couch and see where the rest of the night heads. Ease into the craziness.