Maybe I am bi-polar or something. Yesterday’s emotions were such a roller coaster ride I’m starting to think it’s more serious then just pregnancy.
Most of the day I was borderline tears (often not borderline) over the whole dog thing. (I’ll tell you more about that in a minute.) I made the mistake of bringing it up to my mother (not the most sympathetic of people,) “it’s only a dog”. Yeah, I’m only your daughter that doesn’t seem to stop you form making me feel like crap. Anyway, in that conversation I asked if Toddlerspeak (TS) could spend the night. I was going to dinner with a friend the next day after work and that way Daddyspeak (DS) & I could switch cars in the morning (we only have one car seat) instead of having to work it out during the day. G’ma said ok. So that meant I had the evening off! I knew exactly what I was going to do with the time; paint TS’s room! In our old house she had the cutest room on earth!
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do in her room when we first moved in, so I just had it painted yellow. Yellow-we (TS and I) are pink girls, so yellow wasn’t going to cut it, but I figured this way I could do pink accents. I finally decided I wanted it to have these scallops painted on the top border, but now we were moved in and I needed a window when TS wasn’t going to be around to help. It came out so good! I can’t hardly stand it! While doing this I was be-bopping around the room, so pleased with how it was coming out. (That was about half way through).
But at 11 last night, w/my hands falling asleep from the position they were in while painting, I was losing steam. So then I got frustrated that DS won’t help at all with this kind of thing. Cause if he was helping I'd be done, and then my neck, and stomach and hands wouldn't be hurting and yes, I know I'm sounding very hormal, but this is what was going through my mind at the time. I could’ve really used his help moving everything (furniture) around. I am 5.5 months pregnant you know.
Then, for some unknown reason I checked my email before I went to bed. There was a message about the dog. They will help us find a home for him. But we’d have to foster him and the dogs they currently have like this have been listed since last JULY! I can’t put myself through this for the next 6+ months. So I burst into tears again.
I slept like crap and woke up w/a neck and headache. Go Figure.