I hate that I let my mom take Kase overnight two nights ago and he woke up only twice for a bottle and went right back to sleep, but last night, back at his own home sweet home, he woke up seven times.
I hate that I've all but given up on running and exercising because I'm just.too.tired. (See above reference to sleeplessness).
I hate my clothes and hate that I am too
I hate the post-baby shedding of hair. Yuck.
I hate how I spend fifty percent of my life planning meals and grocery shopping, only to have two little faces make pretend barfing noises at dinnertime.
I hate how I pored over pictures yesterday trying to find the perfect ones to fit in a frame that I have and when I had it all ready to hang up, I decided to clean the glass (we're talking about a pretty large picture frame) and it shattered. What a complete waste of time.
But what I hate most of all is how my cloudy mood affects the rest of my family.
Thanks for
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And *I* hate when I feel like I'm the only one who has weeks like this. But I LOVE knowing that I'm not alone (of course, I do NOT love that you're having a not-so-great week!). So thanks for sharing! Wishing you better, more restful days ahead! :)
I hate that Missy wrote such a beautiful, perfectly worded response before I could get to it. :)
-Tammy
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