7/26/2010

3pm...well one good day one bad day...Saturday was great...felt great, had energy, despite having lil man I really enjoyed my day.  Sunday was well, a little of both...was tired. baby lil man woke at 5:30 and did not want to go back to sleep.  i took a nap in the afternoon with him, but it was more like a rest period. did not sleep really well, and woke with dreams giving a bit of anxiety.  the evening was pretty yucky.  I started getting anxious and fidgety...wanted to bring lil man home early, just started feeling uncomfortable with myself.  had missed lunch, and wanted desperately to go get something to eat.  daughter screwed up my plans, she had to go shopping, so by the time she got home and I got lil man back at the apt it was after 9pm!  was very agitated, and feeling irritable as hell...went to bed at 10:30 and woke up at 7:30 this morning.  i rmember waking up in dreams...i remember the first one i was screaming, you know dreaming that you were screaming...and nothing comes out, then as you gradually wake up, you hear yourself?

this morning i feel okay...still feel some light pressure behind my eyes and an oh so slight vagueness of a headache.  the day has been fairly quiet, except for the usual husband stupid shit...which i probably should just start another blog for...but i am so sick of his forgetfulness it isn't funny...i can't stand it when your asked to call someone and you have NO information and he does not put any notes on the event, and then oh guess what? I AM the one who blows it, because HE has to change shit, like I can just mysteriously know all this shit...stress you say?  I am SICK of stress!!! and being his personal #@%@# notepad~! Why does it that HIS irresponsibility makes me look like the ass and not him?