Anne was just getting ready to sit here and post the family's recent escapades from down at the lake when something happened....she realized that from her post she could see that dishes needed to be washed, the laundry pile that had hidden while the kids came to stay had come back, the floors were yucky and, for the love of Pete, what the heck was growing in the pan of Spice Cake from last weekend? And so it goes...
It seems that this time around, the Lady of the House is a lot more grumpy while pregnant. And tired, which somewhat befuddles her, which (in turn) makes her more grumpy. It's a vicious cycle that friends may slowly be beginning to notice. As you will soon see from the incoming fishing posts, we are thankful to have BRAVE social friends that pretend not to notice the occasional one-word answers (usually we're talking Tolstoy here), the not-so-private sessions of fussiness and the muttered curse words when a fish gets away (for those of you not aware of this uncultured trait - just pretend she is saying things like: "Rats or Shooter-Magoter") The ice cream depletion isn't looking so good either, with weekly buys of either Mud Pie, Rocky Road and the like. Anne was even seen fighting off a nine year old from a bag of Cheetos recently.
The particular female in question likes to think of herself as a (normally)happy person that plays well with others and can carry on a conversation without whining. We're not talking freakishly happy here, like the little bug-eyed character off the Madagascar movie that seems to always be on a caffeine frenzy kind of happy. So, if you have been morally offended recently by a certain Mrs. Miller, she apologizes. There's only one kid here at this house with the other on the way and the Millers know plenty of happy well-adjusted moms of multiple children that seem to make it just fine. So people, since we have presented you with this tableaux of pitiful pregginess....offer some answers before the local sheriff arrests her for being a public disturbance! PLEASE! :)
At least you have something to blame the crankiness and the tiredness on. It's a little tougher when your "baby" is 3 years old and no one buys the whole postpartum depression story you may be throwing out....not that I would know about that, or anything....
ReplyDeleteEat the ice cream, chew on your paw, do whatever it is you need to do...we still love you! (And practice your marksmanship, for heaven's sake! It sounds like you could use a cheesecake!)
I am still giggling!! Be an sassy as you like - Er earned it!! And if you think it is bad now, wait until you have four (4!!) tiny feet on those nicely sanded floors. Eat your ice cream - and your uncover Cheetos - and enjoy!! Remeber it's nearly SUMMER in Jordan! Mercy!!
ReplyDeleteIf the cheesecake you'll be making me is missing a couple bites, I'll understand.
ReplyDeleteAnne, in all seriousness, I think you need to just take a couple days off! No work, no dishes, no meetings, no fishing. Just sit, rest and breathe. Not sure when you'll be able to fit all that in, but you're more than welcome to come and sip some iced tea or lemonade on my deck anytime!
ReplyDeleteHang in there sweet thing. Try to enjoy the little things in life. I'll send you the pics of us goofballs from last weekend so you have something to laugh at! Don't worry about the crabbiness. It won't last forever. We all know that too, and we still love you lots!
ReplyDeleteIt must be a boy! They do a number on your system LOL... no seriously!
ReplyDeleteIt sounds as though you need a healthy dose of Chocolate! HMMMM...Maybe I will have to bring you a Chocolate Coconut Pound Cake!
ReplyDeleteI agree with all the other ladies! Don't sweat the laundry, dishes, etc. Try to rest when Miss Gwen rests. Do something you want that brings you peace and tranquility every day. Little Miller will be here before you know it.
You are such a joy to be around. I would seriously doubt you have offended anyone.
Hang in there dear! If you are feeling really crabby, just send Eric out on a "Honey Do" mission and have some ice cream and a relax in front of the tv or call a friend to chat.
I had better start the Pound Cake...
Did you say pound cake? Pohney, I have your orange cake keeper, and will try to return it early this week! Anne, hang in there, and call if you need help, or fishing partners...maybe just the 2 of us should go fishing?
ReplyDeleteI think little pound cakes and a fishing trip sound great. If you need another fishing partner, I now have a license...Just tell your hubby I need a little time off and I will go with you.
ReplyDeleteI totally understand the crankiness, it gets worse with the heat I swear. I agree with everyone else....just relax and know that we all understand.
ReplyDelete**BIG PREGGO HUGS**
Anne, I felt like you were superwoman when you were pregnant with Gwennie and now I feel a little better about myself knowing that you have some pregnancy struggles, too (sorry!). I was a lump on the couch for 9 miserable months until Sam was born and you were so productive and active with Gwennie. I'm a little nervous about what will happen when we add another pregnancy to the mix.
ReplyDeleteI'm with Traci G--you need to take a break, kiddo. Make some tea, kick up your feet, and send Eric and HRM out for an afternoon of Papa/Daughter time. Play your favorite music, watch whatever you want to on TV and IGNORE the housework. My super spidey sense tells me that it will still be there tomorrow. You are awesome, but everyone (especially pregnant women) deserves a break! Find your happy place. And if you feel like it, call your sister and I promise to listen to you whine with glee--it will *almost* make up for all those times you've listened to me. ;o)
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