I don't have a day. I just made up my own. Of course, it will only be for this Friday and no other, because I will never remember to do it every Friday.
Did anyone else think Bette Midler sounded awful on American Idol, or was it just me? I'm watching Blondie on the Today show as I type, and I'm wondering if older singers think they have to alter their songs to liven things up. I'm all like, "I know this song! I'm going sing along! Call me! Call mee..." Then Blondie goes off into a totally different direction, while sit there staring, thinking to myself, "Who the hay does she think she is changing the song after all these years??" Oh well, I'm sure she doesn't care.
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
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I remember having a breakdown (the first of very very many) after my first baby, crying because I didn't know how to play baseball. I mean, what kind of parent was I that I wasn't even competent enough to know the basics of America's favorite sport?
Shazzy looked at me as if I'd grown a second head, and then put me and baby to bed.
As a parent of only two children, I can't relate to where you're at, really. But, I can imagine it. I guess it's vaguely comforting to know that those first few months can tax a newbie, or an old pro.
Hang tough. At least you have enough experience to know it will get better. :)
You deserve a basement vacation. You do so much for your family. It's wonderful that you have such a supportive husband. Rest in peace, my friend, but not in a permanent type way, just rest enough so you can tackle the next day, then the next day, then the next day.
Your husband and mine are kindred spirits indeed. Many's the time Neil has put me to bed, scoured the house for chocolate for me, and taken care of the girl(s) while I struggled to let go of the worry long enough to fall asleep.
So glad some good mail arrived for you in your hour of need! And I think, if you can manage it, you should let yourself be spoiled with good mail goodness for awhile before you even -think- about sending out packets of your own.
~big, big hugs~ I know how rough it, feeling like you're going stark raving mad. I've gone the meds and therapy route, myself, so if you need to chat about it?
What a great husband you have! Sorry it was a rough day, glad that today was better. As others have said, you know well how rough those first weeks are. Hang tight, it will get easier!
Again I wish I was your VT so that I could come hold that sweet baby and clean your house so you could get some well deserved sleep!
Wow, any man who has the sensitivity to say, "What kind of ice cream would help" is a gem. I bet a little of all the flavors was WAY more therapuetic than you may have realized.
I hope you get some more rest, that sweet little baby must be in tune!
Would a big cyber hug help? 'cause I can do that.....(((((Carrot))))))
Hang in there!
Poor Carrot! Sleep can be like a magic elixir--it totally makes my problems manageable. Sleep deprivation, on the other hand, is a demon from the nether-regions that tries to make you feel like anylittlething is an unsolvablefullblowncatastrophe.
Wishing you a little extra elixir. You are loved.
I remember when my new baby started sleeping from 10 or 11 pm until 6 or 7 am. My life became a whole lot easier! Hooray! Hope things start getting better now that your baby has reached this milestone!
Sending more cyber hugs.
And yes, what I love most (because my first guess was sleep too--I've been there, too and I know the worrying) is that the baby slept from 11 to 6. Blessings from heaven!
My baby was a darling and slept from 11 p.m. to 6 a.m. I told you that baby was going to be the best baby ever.
I have never heard of "basement vacations" but if there was ice cream involved I am all for it.
You go girl.
To The basement.
Poor Carrot. I think the ice cream helped (along with the someone who's willing to run to the store, buy four different flavors, and make a bowl with all four flavors for you). And the sleep.
Awwww. I feel for you, dear. It'll get better.
Who do you think you are...
I mean really.
Who.
Please tell me more, you are FREAKIN HILLARIOUS!
I enjoyed your stuff from Missouri. and there is not allot to enjoy in Missouri right now .
THANKS!
Sleep deprivation is a form of torture, in my humble opinion.
I am glad you have such a remarkable husband to take care of you and it is also wonderful that he takes care of your ice cream needs and your little carrots. Good mail is always helpful, too.
Just holler next time you feel like this, or just cry really loudly so I can hear and come over and cheer you up :) !!
I'm sorry for a bad day. But your husband sounds like a good guy. Ice cream. 4 kinds. a vacation in the basement all alone. what a sweetie.
I hope you get a little more sleep tonight.
Love the basement vacation! Didn't send me a darn thing....Pahlease...I got not one, but two posts on your blog just for existing, and having a birthday! Gotta love that! I think, who wouldn't be happy folding oragami all day long...seems like the life for me. Sleep princess...sleep.
ps. Bette was terrible.
And I want to hold your baby.
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