It happens in cycles for me. I can go for a long stretch, months at a time, successfully keeping things together. Sure I have my days, but self-control and responsibility pretty much reign. Then things fall apart and I find myself in front of my computer when I should be napping, irritated that the polish on my real nails has already chipped from a Saturday manicure. The inside of our house looks like a giant snow globe that someone shook and left lying on its side. My hair is a matted mess as I have not washed it since Sunday morning and the kids have wrestled their snotty noses in it for two days. I did not shower yesterday because I was home sick with a pounding sinus headache and dizziness. I slept with Thomas on the couch from 1am-3:45am as he is recovering from the severe cold and sinus crap he gave me. And his rattling cough is not improving which could lead him back to the doctor tomorrow after a weekend visit found nothing seriously wrong. Did I mention I have been eating giant pieces from a red velvet cake Dave bought at HyVee? I asked him to get a dessert. It’s my fault. I set the stage for my own undoing. Christmas cards are on the kitchen counter that I could be addressing right now. Presents are boxed up in the closet that I could be wrapping right now. Instead, I have been staring out of the window at a tractor and two big trucks hauling snow from a giant pile. Somehow I will get it together and smile on the news set come 5 o’clock.
Posted under Baby Thomas: Month 17
This post was written by Tara on December 15, 2009