G announced on his way out the door to volleyball that he would be calling his mother, so to expect a call afterward. Fabulous. Can I really say I was asleep at 9:30pm???
He's finally going to tell her that I'm pregnant. Again. I feel like I'm in high school and we've gotten into trouble or something. I can't even imagine what she'll say. Well, yes, I can...I just don't want to.
My kids have been driving me absolutely crazy this week. They've been disobedient little hellions. I don't know what their problem is...maybe we're all just tired of eachother. My anxiety is back, which doesn't help the situation at all. Instead of being tolerant and creative, I'm short and I yell a lot. I hate it. Something has to give.
I have been feeling really crappy this week, too. I'm not really feeling nauseous anymore, thank God, but my heart is working harder, so the more forceful, sometimes much faster beating makes me worried...which probably makes it work even harder...it's a vicious cycle. Add shortness of breath and lightheadedness, and I'm really miserable. I just don't know if it's "normal" or just a side effect of anxiety, or what.
On a very happy note, my dear mother helped my pigpen son clean his room today. I'm quite sure she did most/all of the work, but man! What a relief and a joy for me! My daughter even cleaned her room all by herself (with initial prodding from me, of course). She actually did a really good job. The House Fairy will probably pay our house a visit tonight. Good thing she recently replenished the surprise supply.
I hope everyone has a good weekend!
