Its memorial day weekend, and everyone is having cook outs and sharing drinks and stories and laughs, and what am I?? Nothing but a boob. Thats all I am. I nurse, nurse, nurse, pump, nurse and pump. And then, when I am not doing that, I am cleaning up whatever mess the cats have made because their adjustment to Lucas is to become violent with eachother. I haven't even cleaned, really cleaned since Lucas was born. And I am sick, sick, sick, sick, sick of their shit. And when I am not sick of them, I am tired. So, I guess I am just sick and tired. Anyways...I can't even have a drink...why?? Because I am a boob. We certainly can't have a drunk baby. So, my memorial day will be spent cleaning up my house and fixing the bathroom that Muff destroyed while on lockdown.
Even Bjourne feels the need to push my buttons. And Jeremy...dont even get me started on his attitude. I have been a good wife, taking care of the baby all night by myself so he can sleep, and do I get any appreciation??? No. None. I feel like these last few weeks have been nothing but a struggle. AFLAC hasnt come through like they should, because they tick around and process the paperwork forever, so I am back to where I was before I ever got married and moved out...broke, and trying to make ends meet. If it wasnt for Mama and Daddy and Jeremy's parents, I dont know what we would do. And Jeremy isnt happy because I cant cook at home...well, I am pretty sick of oodles of noodles, and I have nothing of nutrition value to fix. No meats until I get some money. I guess thats stressing me out...and then Jeremy tells me not to worry but thats easier said than done. So I will be going back to work before I am supposed to for the paycheck. I will miss Lucas like crazy, but thats what I'll have to sacrifice to help provide for us.
The good news is, Geralds coming home. I am so happy about that. At least he will be with family to take care of him.
All I have to say, is that I am a good thing, and Jeremy make sure he knows it. I did good through labor, I did good for being pregnant. But I am getting tired of being good!
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