Have you ever had one of those periods of time where stuff keeps going wrong? When at some point, you just have to start laughing about it or you might cry or possibly slit your wrists. (That's a joke. I'm not suicidal. Swear.) Well I had one of those weekends with the Hubs. One where all of our issues came out repeatedly. It's defeating and overwhelming and just really fucking annoying, to be honest.
The fight lingered over to this morning when we were trying to get our little guy ready for school. Bugs has a tendency to not hurry in the slightest and couldn't find his back pack or his shoes or even seem to get out of the tub at any point. I was still sad from the endless arguing, oh yeah, and I'm eight months pregnant so finally I just sat down on Bugs's bed and started crying. Because I couldn't find his back pack or shoes either. So then he was a half hour late for school.
And then I got fried chicken for breakfast. And talked to one of my bff's so she could tell me I was right. I might get a five dollar coffee too. And then, I'm going to work a little on forgiveness. Forgiving myself for not handling things the way I always want to, and forgiveness for him because he has fucked up a lot and I need to let it go. Then I'm going to focus more attention on getting to be the person I want to be and mostly, I'm going to not let anything ruin the last 6 weeks of this miracle I am experiencing.
So sugar coat now... figure out a more long-term plan later. That always works right?
I dreamed about you AND your husband over the weekend. I woke up laughing, and almost called... but I was pretty sure you'd think I was a lunatic. But hey, apparently my subconcious needs some good wings! I'll work on remembering the details and I'll fill you in later.
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