Okay, I apologize for the glumness. Everyone, you have my free permission to just ignore me and my bad attitude! I'm really, really tired of the inside of my house. I'm tired of being useless, but I have to start my whole rib recovery over again. And I was doing so good! Oh well, lesson learned. Don't ignore warning signals! I tried to take my trash out to my curb yesterday. I moved the can about 2 feet and had to stop. (Everyone in our town has the same mini-dumpster thing so that the trash man doesn't have to get out and do the trash manually. The truck lifts them all up. Anyway the point is that it's about twice the size of a regular Rubbermaid-type trashcan.)
It's really hard to know the difference between being lazy and doing only what I actually can do. Does that make sense? I'm having a really hard time knowing what I should take on myself and what I should ask for help with. I really, really, really want to get over this soooon. So tired of sitting around! I had to get a sitter yesterday so Bruce could do the grocery shopping with me. I can't push a cart, I can't lift much, I can't handle bagging all of that stuff etc. I could have sent him with a list I guess, but it was just easier to go rather than to try to think of all of the things that we needed. I'd have forgotten half of the things for sure. I feel like America's biggest wuss.
You know, it's funny, for the easiest pregnancy I've ever had, it sure has sucked! As far as the pregnancy goes, there is absolutely nothing to complain about! I haven't been one bit nauseous, or even very tired. But since I've been pregnant, we've had a bout with head-lice, I spent 2 months sick with bronchitis or whatever that was (during which I broke my rib), the whole family (including the dog) had stomach flu, and I broke my rib again. Okay, bad murmuring Laman! Shut the heck up! I have a wonderful family, good hubby, four great healthy children, the gospel, enough food to eat, a warm home to live in. I'm actually a pretty blessed girl. I've certainly got it where it counts. Have a lovely!
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