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1:22 p.m. - 2008-07-01
Sick, ugh, bleh
Ooo, I'm bad. Havne't updated in far too long. Well, I'm feeling, as fifi so lovingly puts it, craptastic. Last week was the lovely Lake Bomoseen and what do you know but on Saturday morning, the day where we clean like mad and leave, I wake up with a sore throat. Three days later it's moving into my chest and I'm a bit stuffy. Trying to work through something like this doesn't always happen. I did two massages this morning and then proceeded to only slighlty push myself in karate klass. Now I'm kaput, done, ready to go crawl into bed. Tomorrow I have six massage. That's right, six. It's not something I do very often but the next three days have to happen in order for me to take care of the month's bills. It's just easier that way. Plus with the move stress that I'm feeling way too much these days....oi! I really have to calm down. Moving is scary! Especially when you have this nice little life all set-up and are perfectly comfortable right where you are. However, hubby doesn't have the same thing and it really bothers him. He has a nice little life up in B-town, all his friends already put into place, hang-outs already planned. For me? Well, I'll just have to wing it and be my charming self. Smile and nod. No, just kidding. I'll be okay. I'll network in my mommy way and build a neat little nest to fall back into at the end of the day. The tricky part is me not working four days a week, busting my little hands to make a buck. What will I do as a stay-at-home? We're looking at a wonderful pre-school this Monday and I desire it so badly for Griff, but it makes me sad at the same time. However, he's lonely for playmates. This stress will be gone once I know where I'm living. That's really disconcerting for me. I need roots. I need to dig into a place and call it mine. I'm so very territorial, like a female tiger. Don't mess with my home, man, or I'll rip your head off. Anyway, I've decided to go home early, call it a day, and go straight to bed to sleep off this nasty sicking thing clinging to my body. Hopefully by next post I'll be my regular cheery self :)
so last year - next fad
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