This has been a very odd morning.
I receive e-mails from folks saying they find the blog inspirational. You’re very sweet, but here’s evidence that I am definitely just like everyone else.
The morning started out OK–I even got in a workout!
I made a big breakfast too!
Then I walked into the livingroom and saw guinea pig shavings all over my floor rug, the play room was a disaster–the kids know they’re supposed to clean up the toys after playing, and we looked for over a half hour trying to find Jared’s shoes–we have a shoe basket in the closet and the kids know that their shoes go in there.
We’ve been off our schedule and the sitter who watched them while I was gone is fantastic, plays a lot with them, etc, but they’ve been off their routine of chores, responsibilities, etc.
After I decided Jared would just wear his tennis shoes (I don’t know why I didn’t just do that before instead of looking for his “sandal shoes”) I realized we were already 5 minutes late for therapy–meaning that therapy had started 5 minutes ago. I tried to call but no one answered.
I finally got him in, sat down in the waiting room, and started crying. Then I started laughing. Then I was laughing and crying at the same time. His therapist hugged me but it was really embarassing. It can be hard being hormonal. I’m becoming more and more convinced that this is a girl I’m growing. I’ve been extra emotional this time around.
The guinea pig is really cute, BTW, but it was just his bedding was all over the living room floor, the playroom was a mess, and the kid’s closet (which is organized and labeled) was in total disarray with socks in the PJ basket and PJ’s in the underwear basket, and well, you get the point.
Now I feel silly for getting all emotional. I’ve heard that there are women who don’t get emotional while pregnant–where are they and how do they do it?
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