Except today I will break my complaining rule and I'm going to complain. Oh, my life is hard. Oh, life is terrible. Good thing our neighbor works for the girl scouts and came by yesterday with 10 boxes of cookies. Yep. Seriously. I opened 4 boxes within 30 minutes. Have I mentioned my lack of self control? I think yes.
Not what this is about other than I came home and had a cookie. Just one. So far.
Today I had an ALLLLLLLLLLL day meeting. My child is also getting some molars and so I haven't been sleeping. ANNNNNNNNNNNNND, my ahem "highest form of womanhood" showed up yesterday. And, I've been up since 4. And, I went running this morning. And my child was at day care allllll day. And slept a grand total of 45 minutes after being up since 6:20. And, when we went to leave Frances' house he wanted to stay with her. And, is in a poopy mood. Came home. Nursed. Wanted to stay there for eternity (him, not me.) And is now asleep. I've now seen my baby for a total of maybe... an hour today.
How the hell am I supposed to go back to working full time in a month? Yes, I realize other people do this. Yes, I realize life isn't so bad. Yes, I realize that it's GOOD that he loves his child care provider. Yes, I realize it's a blessing that I've been able to be part time. Yes, I realize it's a blessing that I have a job. But I don't wanna do it. It makes me all anxious inside. That, tied with the fact that we are staying in a hotel for ONE NIGHT next weekend, (First time away from him over night) and for an ENTIRE week in July. I'm about dying. Seriously, dying. How did I think I could direct a senior high camp? Who thought that was a good idea? (I still do, just not as much right now.) Why didn't I realize that my "grace period" is ending? How will he make it through his first fourth of July without me there?
wahhhhhhhhhhhh. How many cookies do I get for this? Because as we all know life should be compensated with treats.