H was up repeatedly in the night. Teeth? Bad dreams? Not feeling well? Don’t know. Not sure. just know I’m REALLY TIRED.
Came downstairs with H this morning, and found an ant at the bottom of the stairs. Annoying. Stomped on it and killed it.
Walked into kitchen…ants all over the floor! AHHH! They probably came in because of the rain and then hung around because they found a piece of cat food.
Feeding baby…realized I forgot to put her bib on before starting her breakfast. Reached for the bib…and she threw up all over herself.
I think maybe I should just have not gotten up today.
Things have heated up a good bit in my job search. However, this has led to an extremely stressful week. A week with lots of hurry up and wait.
Did I ever mention that I don’t do well waiting for things? I’m nervous about something, I have a habit of making myself sick over it. Heck, if I’m excited about something, I have a habit of making myself sick over it. I have even made myself stressed out and sick over waiting for something that we plan to do SOMEDAY but it’s actually anywhere near coming to fruition.
Yes, waiting and I don’t get along well.
But you know what? That’s ok. I’m still here, hanging with Miss H. We’re making plans for things to do this summer…Zoo trips and family visits and parties. We’re working on getting Miss H to say her first words, or take her first steps…or use a sippy cup. We’re moving onward and upward.
And tonight is family game night. I’m hoping D gets out of work at decent time, we can have dinner, get H ready for bed, and play WoW together. We’ve been wanting to go questing together for a couple of weeks and it just hasn’t happened. I’m excited to get through Hyjal finally.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll get some scrapbooking in. Or some work on my art journal. I might try to sketch the dog. I’ve never tried to sketch something before.
Waiting may be tough, but keeping busy will help.
Attitude, I tell you. Attitude. My Ali Edwards “One Little Word.”
This is how my living room looks. It won’t always look this way. Already, the little girl who has loved these toys is moving away from some and onto others.
Already, she’s deciding she’d no longer interested in some things. She wants toys she can figure out.
Or toys she can army crawl after.
Too soon this will all change. She’s growing so fast. I needed to photograph it. To remember right now.