Okay, not literally, but I want to. WARNING! The following are the ranting and ravings of a very pregnant, emotionally unstable, hormonally challenged, mother of six. Consider yourself warned.
Why is it that all HELL breaks loose the minute you step into the shower, pick-up the phone, or finally sit down for a much needed rest? Someday I want to be able to get into the shower alone (with no children) and enjoy the carefree feeling of the warm water. But, it is not to be. Trauma, screaming, messes, noise, and catastrophe is what I get when I get in the shower. I want to SCREAM, did I mention that already?
My doctor put me on bedrest again until this baby comes. Are you kidding me? Bedrest and six kids is an impossible combination. Yesterday I tried to lay down for ten minutes before I gave up, seeing that there was no way that my little people were going to leave me alone. It was pointless. Today I am exhausted, my body aches, my nerves are fried, and did I mention I want to scream? You may be asking yourself, well how is it you have time to blog? Trust me, I don't know. I do know however, that if I attempted to lay down, talk on the phone, or take a shower they would swarm me like flies. Plus, here at the computer I can yell at them when needs be.
I can tell Todd is up to something, he is quiet...which means danger. I just heard him take a garbage sack up to his room-probably his way of cleaning the cars I asked him to pick up. Hmmm....I wonder where I will find those later, stashed in the closest, or way under the bed? Do I care right now? No. Because at the moment-no one is screaming. Scratch that, McKenna is now screaming to get out of her high-chair......Hang on...... Okay, I'm back. After pain stakingly lifting myself out of this chair and waddling to the kitchen, McKenna is now satisfied with more cinnamon toast crunch. But, to be honest it was worth the trip, because I got to see her darling little chubby hands sign 'more'. So cute. Speaking of chubby hands, mine hurt. They are swollen and typing is not fun. Wah, you say. Hey, I deserve to wine every once in a while, back off!
But,now I must go. I must carry on my motherly responsibilities. Lunch must be made-life must go on. Oh, joy. Well on the bright side, I no longer feel like screaming, I'm too tired. But, a good cry may do the trick.
8 comments:
So sorry you have to be on bedrest. I have never understood how that was supposed to work when you have other kids to take care of. I would offer to take some of your kids but i came out of the hospital with a cold and feel more lousy now then I did before, minus the hips aching. I have been meaning to call you but my kids took down the paper with your cell phone number on it, so you will have to give it to me again. Hang in there, I know it is easier said than done.
I would offer to drive down there and help...But seeing that I would have my 4 kids in tow and I am prego also...I would be more of a hinderince than a help. You could always ship some kids off to Idaho...Ahhh but then there is school.....How about this.... I will pray for you....
I say just scream. It'll scare the crap out of everybody, you'll let off some steam. And, hopefully the kids will be too afraid to make a peep after that. I've done it before and there's usually peace in the house until the next morning. My kids will go quietly to their rooms to play.
I say this is a good time to test the duct tape. I thought I heard screams of frustration coming from that area earlier. I thought it was the Man in Black going through ultimate suffering, now I know that it was you who was doing the suffering. The kids seem to have a mommy radar that tells them when you are unavailable. As soon as it goes off they suddenly go out of control. I feel for you greatly.
I know you are just venting but please call if you need a break. I can come take the kids and I truly don't mind. Think about it. :)
Hang in there Nancy. Bedrest is soooo hard. Good luck. I wish I could be there to take your other kids for you.
BTW, Congrats on your garage. Love that you actually park the cars in it.
I happen to know this guy that stays at home with his two kids that would love to drive down there to help one of these days.
I feel for you Nancy. I was so excited that I got a 10 minute bath yesterday before Kalli went to school. I was in the water I could hear the baby screaming and Aidan yelling "You're not my boss!!" I just wanted to relax in the water but it was not to be. I keep telling myself that someday I will get quiet time for myself.
I think I had a blog, like this. Remember the drama? LOL. Whatever you need to get a break just say the word :) You should seriously SCREAM....I bet it will feel awesome.
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