Too much…

Posted on April 8, 2009

I fully accept that I live a charmed life.  I have a loving husband, an adorable child, and we are living a comfortable life.  I get to travel the world, and stay home with my child.  Not something very many people can say.

But, there are definitely times when the reality of day to day living gets to be a little too much.

Last week, I found out the the doctor I was waiting to see to give me the pain relieving shot in my back is no longer accepting ANY patience with my insurance.  Of course, my appointment just for the consult was supposed to be on the 8th.  So I waited  two months for an appointment that was canceled a week before it took place.  Sigh.

I have decided at this point that I am not going to follow up.  I am actually not doing to bad these days, certainly not bad enough to deal with trying to find another doc and deal with the insurance.  So, I think I will wait.  Unfortunately, while I was waiting previously I completely stopped exercising.  Which, of course, means I have been putting on some serious weight.  Which means I know have to go back on my diet, and start exercising every day until I can get back down to where I should be.

All this being said, I am HUNGRY!  And that makes me a little mean.

Then, on top of all this, Chloe has regressed again with potty training.  I totally take responsibility for this one.  When Tabby was in town, I put her back into pull-ups because we were spending so much time in the car, and I didn’t want to deal with wet pants and washing the car seat cover.  Well, she has gotten lazy again.  Yesterday, she had three accidents, two of those during nap time.  (She woke up wet and dirty, I had to go change her, strip her bed, then put her back down again.  She woke up again two hours later wet.)  I understand that this happens, it is just so frustrating!

In addition to that, I was in the process of doing laundry, and her accidents added two more loads.  And, its nearly impossible to get laundry folded and put away while she is awake.  She tries to “help” and she unfolds all the laundry I just folded.  Then I am yelling at her, she’s crying and it just gets chaotic.

So, my house is a mess, I have ten loads of laundry I need to do, a sink full of dishes, and a whiny two year old.  And if that weren’t enough, both she and I are SICK!  AGAIN!  I swear, I cannot keep this child healthy for more than a week.  It is so frustrating!  And all I want to do is sleep.

Which I did last night, I went to bed at 9:00pm.  I just gave up, I figured it would be better to sleep then to take it out on poor John.