And I thought that I was miserable during the last few weeks of my pregnancy. That was nothing. Compared to this.
And although I don’t wish for anyone else to be in the same boat I’m in, I would love some company of another sort. I would love for someone to come over and take the baby so I can have a minute – just one stinkin’ minute – for myself. Anyone will do, I’m not picky. I just need a break. I need to not be responsible for anyone or anything for just a little while.
I need to brush my teeth. I need to take a shower. I need to exercise because I hate the way my body looks, but it’s 93 degrees outside and it’s too hot and sunny to take the baby out right now. I need some Mederma for my stretch marks, but that crap it expensive, and I am cheap. I need to bake something, because that relaxes me and I enjoy it, but the baby won’t let me put her down, not even for 5 minutes. I need a crib mobile that doesn’t stop playing music after only 3 minutes (who is the genius that thought of that anyway? Seriously, a wind up mobile? Have you never heard of an on/off switch? Stupid.) I need to type a blog post with both hands again, like I used to be able to do. I need to calm down and stop being mad at Emily because she is a BABY and she has no other way to communicate than to whine (well, she could cry, which would be much better, because I simply cannot stand whining). I need to start appreciating her because there are other people in this world who would love to have a baby and can’t, and I should feel so lucky. I need my husband to come home from work (yes, he’s working on a Saturday) so that I will stop resenting him for being so lucky that he gets to leave the house! And he gets a break from the baby! I would love to go to work right now. I would love to go anywhere for that matter.
Anywhere, except for crazy town. Too bad I’ve got a one-way ticket……