So. Joel had his first round of comprehensive written exams today, and he turned in his rough dissertation (153 pages!) on Monday. But all that's another story for another blog. Because of his exams, though, he had to leave really early today and come back late. Essentially, he's been gone 12 hours today...he'll be home in about 5 minutes...THANK GOODNESS!
Today is the first time I have ventured back into full time motherhood since December. I am clearly not ready and have failed this day miserably. I had to get up early and actually get Bria ready for school. I had to wake up the cranky Chloe and lug them both to the car and take Bria the 25 minute round trip to Kindergarten. I didn't have a good sleep, so I was already feeling rather queasy. I came home and threw up, stuck Chloe in front of a movie and tried to sleep until Bria came back home. She only had a half day today, which I wasn't looking forward to.
Well, Bria came home and the whining, bickering and fighting immediately began. I am too tired and too sick to deal with it well. I decided we could all use getting out of the house and I took them to eat at Wendy's and then we went to Michael's to buy the craft stuff for Chloe's birthday party on Saturday. Bad idea. Not that the girls were horrible or anything...they were fairly well behaved. I just could hardly handle the smells in Wendy's, not to mention the fact that they have discontinued their broccoli/cheese baked potato, which is the only thing I felt like I could handle eating. I had to settle for the sour cream and chives, and the chives just about did me in, but luckily I was okay. By the time we were in Michael's, everything around me was driving me nuts.
We came home, I put the stinkers in front of the TV and went back to bed. Every 3.7 minutes they were in my room needing this or wanting that, tattling on each other and just generally whining and making me more and more crazy. I can deal with them when I feel good, and we all end up happy. When I feel like dying I can't deal with it. So I sent them to their room until Daddy comes home. And just so you all know, it's me that needed the time out, not them.
So, I just wanted to take this moment to say how grateful I am for my husband. He has lifted so much of the burden of this pregnancy off of me. I have been feeling better in the past couple weeks and have been able to help more, but I am definitely not back at 100% yet. And here's Joel, dealing with a very stressful time of life for him, and yet he takes Bria to school every morning after getting her ready and even doing her hair. He deals with Chloe in the mornings until I'm ready to roll out of bed and grace the world with my presence. He does a pretty darn good job of keeping things fairly clean around here. He does the laundry and the dishes. He makes breakfast, lunch and dinner. He worries about me.
I am very blessed. So while I am not ready to fully take responsibility as a mother yet, I am so thankful that I have a husband who is willing to be both mom and dad for a bit while I work on bringing yet another stinker into the world.