Tonight I'm working on some more pinafores, for gifts and maybe also for Delma. I should be cleaning this pig-sty, doing laundry or dishes, but I just can not get myself to do any of that. Josh is out of town, and I always sort of fall to shit when he's away, all I do is eat pasta and ice cream and watch TV or maybe do crafty stuff. Delma was having a tough time tonight, really fussy and not eating well and very clingy and whiney, running a low fever, and my patience was nowhere to be found. I had to let her sit on the floor crying for a few minutes while I cleared dishes, I had to just be away from her or else I thought I'd lose it. I hate that, I hate that there's part of me that's so selfish when my child is in need. After that there were lots of cuddles and kisses and reading books together, but I still just could not wait for her to go to bed so I could turn my mind off. Ugh. It's times like these when I really wish I had a mom, someone to come over and hug me and help me.
1 comment:
Those are totally hot aprons.
I completely relate with the needing to step away from the screaming and waiting for bedtime...and also having to do/avoiding laundry and other shit in favor of the tv. This mothering young babies stuff is HARD and we must frequently take our own little time outs else the little ones will probably suffer more. Does that make sense?
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