I burnt
my finger when i was making this major breakfast for Mike and Emmett this morning. I am so incredibly clumsy, I can't believe how many bruises I have. My left ankle has been hurt and swollen for about 2 weeks and I'm not dealing with it. I have a patch of red, swollen skin on my leg, that's agitated from scratching. I wish I had a perfect body.
Last night I went to bed early. In punishment, I woke up early. It seems my body has adjusted to this 6 hours of sleep per night, then afternoon nap schedule. It's impossible because by 10:30 I've been awake for at least 5 hours and then I'm exhausted.
Faith came over last night, which was awesome. I made dinner for our house, which was okay but a lot of work. I got a lot done yesterday and we have Naomi helping us with the administrative side of Living Wage. Our backyard fence is almost done. I promised Craig I'd go to Making Time tonight. I need to make cupcakes with Emmett, give him a bath, then watch he and his cousins at 12. It's 10:30 and I'm still in my pajamas.
Incidentally, everyone in this house wears plaid pajamas. When we're all in our pajamas together, we look like we live in a cabin, are on a Maxwell House commercial or are major dorks that try to match. This morning, both Wayne and Phil were wearing white shirts with their pajamas. This is so boring, I can't even believe I'm writing it.
I had an anxiety attack on Wednesday night, but unlike any other, it literally woke me up while I was sleeping. Mike rubbed my back for over an hour and oddly enough, it stopped at this point in the conversation:
e-"Mike, is anyone here?"
m-"no, just wayne is downstairs watching Lost".
I don't know why, but the second he ended that sentence, it was over.
I'm stressed out. i have lists all over the place. I feel overwhelmed with all that needs to happen for this business and the fact that i'm pregnant (so there it is) is making me feel unable to do what I need to do. (Constantly tired, can't bend over the same way, hate what's happening to my figure etc.)
I'll end it there since I just released major news in a minor way.
3 Comments:
I think the two of us need to get together and do something incredibly gluttenous like drink $17 lattes and then go shoe shopping!
I miss you!
Only you can deliver such exciting news in such a casual way. Congratulations Momma. You and Emily Sowell can let your little ones play together. :)
Something in my subconcious, or maybe in my ovaries, forced me to read the last few lines of this post and not comprehend it. Oh my god - you're knocked up! That's pretty awesome, because you and mike sure do make pretty babies! Congrats, Elis!
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