I used to be one of those people that didn't mind Mondays. Here recently, I have become a Monday-hater. Not for the reasons that many people list as to why they hate Mondays.
I was made anxious over my drive home from weather men who really shouldnt try to predict something so unpredictable. Yes, it snowed, yes the roads were a little slick, but nothing to panic over.
By the time I got home, I felt like a nervous wreck. I opened the door and could clearly see where one of my kittens had laid in the middle of my Christmas tree. I picked up the ornaments and looked up...and my freezer door was wide open...and this huge piece of hindquarter venison steak was laying in the kitchen floor. The meat was still hard as a rock, and the banquest frozen family dinner packs were still cold so I figured it was fine to keep them...but my ice was melted, my ice cream was melted, my popcicles were melted. I was L-I-V-I-D. Even now, I dont think its funny...and I certainly didnt last night. Last night, I could have killed every single one of my cats. Explain to me how they got the freezer open...because I didnt go in the freezer yesterday morning, and Jeremy didnt leave it open. Once I cleaned up that mess and screamed at them, I proceeded to fix the tree. That led to another melt down of murder.
And since I was in such a good mood, I spent 45 minutes clipping Bjournes nails...he hates that. By the time I had accomplished all of that, I had called and left Jeremy a message that said that if he came home to a smoldering pile of rocks, its no big deal, I just blew the house up with all of us in it.
I am a little stressed...I still have a few people to buy things for, and not enough in my budget to do it. I know it will work out...but after this weekends shopping fiasco, I am afraid to continue!
I haven't been feeling the baby move as much as I was before. I am sure this is normal, considering, you usually dont feel anything until your 20th week...I am 17 weeks now. Not really exciting right now...maybe today is just an I-don't-care mood. I think my place of employeement adds to that. It's bad when you take a sedative just get here in the morning! But one day...I will be able to realize MY dreams. And Jeremy is going to support that.
I hate Tuesdays.
2 comments:
I'm sorry you had a bad day. I remember what those are like very well. Story to make you laugh:
One pregnant summer day I decided to go shopping. This is when I lived in an apartment on the second floor. I could only carry a few bags at a time and it annoyed me. So, I decided to grab the case of soda(24 cans) and a few bags. I made it to the first step and the handle on the soda was giving. I tried to move things around a little, but it didn't work! The sodas come crashing out. Fighting tears I picked them up and put them in one of the bags, leaving the case on the first step. What would be your next guess? Sure the damn bad ripped and this time the sodas exploded on me. Then, I cried! I was hot, tired, mad, and ready to kill someone. I went up- stairs got some water watched a little bit of a movie and then went to clean up the soda mess.
As far as the cats, I would send them to your mom's house for the next couple of months!
You aren't kidding! I was sooo pissed. And I would have been pissed regardless of the fact that I am pregnant! But that story did make me sympathize with you! I don't even try it, because Murphys Law, dictates, I would ruin it...I could have just screamed yesterday, and the insurmountable rage I felt..I have never been that angry in my whole life. It was awful.
I am going to post my Thanksgving picture of my pregnant self on here soon...
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