My husband the last couple of days is just driving me nutts, the smallest things people say the "wrong" way makes me feel like someone is driving their nails down a chalkboard, little man can barely breath in my direction and I just want to scream!
My house is on the verge of being half torch worthy (you know the point where things are such a disarray that you just want to light a match to it and RUN!) I am feeling very "woe is me" too.
I know how blessed I am and I know I have a wonderful husband who loves me, works hard and does pretty good helping me out with the boy and the house, I know I just need to snap out of it and the way that my hormones swing, I probably will write this post, post it to my blog and I'll feel all better.
I'm over whelmed and OH! I got about 4 hours of good sleep last night because of Braxton hicks! I am super nervous about the delivery just in general and well back to the craziness - I'm just out of control with anxiety that I don't have enough things done, that I don't have enough frozen dinners in my freezer and that my little man thinks his mama sucks... :(
I'm smarter than this to really truly believe this craziness and I know I don't have to do this all alone because I have lots of family and friends (not to mention God - "the big gun" as mama refers to him sometimes :) that are here and will be there to help after - it is just that crazy combination of well... Satan and hormones.
I'm going to make a "Absolutely Must Get Done List" tonight - attack it with perseverance tomorrow and I'll know I'll feel better and we all will be better off! I'll keep you posted *wink*
Also, I totally want to thank you all for your sweet comments and encouragement - totally helps me get through my days.
Till tomorrow, The Lady