Ugh! It's been one of THOSE weeks. You know... the one that is so bad that Monday was actually the best day of the week, because nothing had gone wrong yet? And not just for me... seems like so many people I know have just had a lousy week. Ick. Blah. Whaaa!
Anyways, it seems like stuff started going wacky on Tuesday and just snowballed from there.
And then... I don't know if it's hormones (crazy pregnant broad here...) or maybe I'm just selfish? But seriously? I feel like my job as a wife and mother has been waaaay underestimated and under appreciated this week. By both my husband and my children. I'm not sure... but I don't think my husband has really asked me much about my day a single time this week... and when I was waiting for some medical results to come in, he did show some concern... but then when I went to show him the results, he pretty much brushed me off, and THAT really hurt my feelings. I'm sure he's totally clueless too... and I'm selfish enough to think that I shouldn't have to tell him that. And still... he's never asked me about my follow up results. Seriously? WTF? It was a big deal to me and he knew it... so why the lack of interest. And my best friend had her first born baby this week and not once did he offer to watch the kids in the evening so I could go to the hospital and visit my best friend and meet her new baby. That also hurts my feelings. Apparently his time is much more valuable than mine. Basically, his entire lack of interest in me is hurting my feelings. All week he's shown little to no interest in what I'm doing, saying, or what's going on in my life. (Yes, I know that my day to day life is mundane and boring. But please, dear husband, try to remember that it is that way because I've devoted it to YOU and OUR CHILDREN. You guys are my life. I have no social life to speak of, no work to go to, no work friends to outlet to... And at the end of the workday, when you get to come home and sit on the couch with a beer... my day is nowhere near over. My job is never done...)
And the kids... oooohhhhh, the kids. They are such a delight to have separately, but this week, all they've done when they are together is fight, fight, fight. With me and with one another. Take them to McDonald's as a treat for a happy meal? They argue with me about why we can't eat there instead of take it home... Let them stay and play at the playground after school for an extra half hour? Fight me when is time to leave (I even had to carry the little one out screaming! How embarrassing!). And never did I get a thank you. Figures. And I know I've taught them better than that... WHAT is with those kids this week?
Okay. That was my pity party for the day. Now that I've vented maybe I can move on with my life and have a better day today. (God, PLEASE let me have a better day today!)