Today was one of those days, where you wake up with a sore neck, trip over a load of laundry, and it all goes down hill from there. Monkey has been so needy lately. I wish it was the cute needy where he just wants to cuddle and give me kisses all day. Dream on. This is the needy where he wont stop crying and begging for things he is never aloud into. And if one more person tells me just dont give in or tell him to stop I will throw a shoe at them, you have never seen how persistent he can be its scary. For example he wants me to hold him, counter level, so he can push all the buttons on the microwave. He also wants me to walk around to all the doors in the house so he can fiddle with the handle. Get over it kid, Mama's got things to do.
Like make 150 slices of corn bread for a church dinner this evening. In my teeny tiny kitchen this was no easy task. I started Wednesday afternoon and baked all the way til bedtime. I just happened to run out of pans and thank goodness for Bec, she went and got me 4 more.
I didnt get it all done in time with Monkey freaking out in royal fashion, hubs trying to fix 2 cars before work with the flu, and running out of oven space. So I missed work. Its only the second week and I was flaking already. I felt horrible but I was too big of a mess to even show my face. It turned out to be an ok thing because I would have had to wake up my sleeping
After a tearful phone call to my mommy she suggested I bundle up and head outside! It only lasted 15 minutes but the crisp air and sound of rain was refreshing.
Dont be fooled, he is cute but he is a crazy man. Right after we came in, got changed into dry clothes I figured it was time for some warm cider (I am totally addicted right now) Ryan ended up dumping my mug full of HOT cider all over the floor, couch, side table, and himself. Change of clothes #3 for the day. Change #4 came when he decided to throw chili all over me and the wall during dinner. It was an awesome day let me tell ya.
After writing this out it doesnt seem that bad. However I failed to mention that my pseudotumor cerebri is back in full swing which means I will once again get poked and prodded at the doctors office multiple times a week til they figure it out. Then add the stress of us quickly outgrowing out tiny apartment, (not pregnant we just have a lot of stuff) trying to be a working mom with unreliable childcare, always the need for more $$, and with all that going on of course it affects hubs and I in the worst sort of way.
I feel like I am drowning in all this rain. Maybe I need a boat instead of an umbrella.