- snapshot of a morning
- September 13th, 2010
with the new school year here everything is more complicated. Aidan is taking the bus to kindergarten, B is still going to his old preschool. With D out of the town for the week, everything is falling on me. This morning was crazy hard, no-one wanted to cooperate. I had to get B to his preschool first, get everyone else packed in the van too, the girls threw a combined fit, first one then the other.
Every stop usually means getting everyone in and out, today I got there early enough thank goodness to park in a space right next to the front door and I was able to ask one of the girls up front to watch my girls while I signed B in and got him to class. Then it was back home and walking A to his bus-stop. The girls fought me again trying to get them in their stroller - they don't want to be tied down.
We got to the bus stop and A was feeling weepy because he has had a day or two where he felt picked on by a pair of 6 year olds. So I had to convince him it was okay. I got him to go over and talk to a girl who picked on him and they compared loose tooth notes so I'm hoping that putting a name and a connection to one of his antagonists helps. He was still very clingy getting on the bus, meanwhile the girls screamed bloody murder.
I think all the effort of the morning, rushing around, not getting a chance to eat myself, wrestling the girls into the stroller, walking as fast as I could to get to the stop on time, all of it really taxed me. I noticed contractions and felt I needed to sit down so a neighbor, Sheila, was nice enough to let me come sit down in her living room while we let the girls play with her toddler and I could get a drink and rest for a few minutes.
The contractions weren't progressive, but it definitely took a while for me to settle down. Sheila knows I'm not due for another month, but she looked concerned and wanted to know if I needed to call in to L&D. I look full term, I feel immense. She offered for me to stay the morning and I took her up on it for close to an hour and a half, but once I was feeling okay, I felt I needed to get home and do laundry and things. I am paranoid that I will go into labor after last pregnancies extended bedrest. But I have a hard time letting things go because if I let up on any given day too much I feel like I just get buried.
D will be home this weekend and then I may have to just hand over the reins and let things be. The girls are napping so I hope that lasts for a little. I have a prenatal appointment tomorrow and a sitter to come over while I'm out. It sucks to have to pay for that when money is so tight, but I need the help so I'll take it.
sorry I have no time to say hi to anyone.