Oy, I see my response addressed to mamabeakley was supposed to have been for you, christy. (see what chaos ensues when I post from my phone?) I'm glad you're finally feeling on the upswing!!
Do you all remember me talking about how my dh was going to be out of town so much and this month was going to make me crazy? Yeah, so that happened.
He was gone last week for a couple days, got back at 10pm Wednesday, we had to leave at 10am Thursday for a wedding he was in (4 hrs away). We ended up leaving late, but got there in time okay. He went out after the rehearsal stuff with the groom, which was fine. We had to go to the mall Friday (day of wedding) in the morning for some things, then he had to pick up groom, drive him to chapel, and *I though* was coming back to the hotel right away, but didn't. So I got my preggo self and the boys ready by myself and he raced back to the hotel to pick us up and rush to the chapel to do his groomsman duties before the wedding actually started. (I didn't mention that he'd forgotten the invitation at home, so we didn't have any of these addresses/times with us and needed to text the groom for details. classy.) After that, he was doing photos/limo stuff with the wedding party, so I had the boys by myself again. He texted me the reception address, so I thought I had to be there immediately following the ceremony, so drove 40 min into downtown St Louis (in rush hour traffic), only to get a call from him *as I pull up to the reception hall* that it only started in an hour and a half. ARGH! I don't have my wallet with me because we left in such a rush, so I decide to have the boys take a nap on our way BACK to the hotel, where we go to the bathroom again, grab some cheese sticks for quick protein, and turn right the hell around to get to the reception, where we arrived at the exact time it was scheduled to begin. But it didn't. There were delays. I had the boys by myself during these delays; the only other people I know are the groom's parents, and well, they were busy, yk?! An hour later, the coordinator staff person graciously brings us our special (gluten-free) meals, I cut the boys', they eat, I still haven't; they whine about a drink, I get a wine, they get shirley temples, I still haven't eaten. DH comes up, all oblivious and whatnot, and I.LOSE.MY.SHIT. Thank goodness the lights were dim and I was near the exit by the restrooms! I had an ugly cry...3 times over. I go back to the table, can barely eat without crying again (but am shaky and swelling, so I know I need to eat the damned chicken, yk?)...rinse and repeat 2 more times. I finally sucked it up when the music was going, and got the boys interested in dancing. (Did I mention that, during this whole time, not only was I swollen, but my back, hips, and pelvis were screaming in pain?) So I didn't get on the dance floor, which makes me sad, but I did get some cute pics of my 7yo shaking his groove thing without any semblance of rhythm whatsoever. He kept trying, though, as he was completely taken with another biracial boy of about 11yo who actually could dance, and tried to show him some moves (unsuccessfully). When we all left, we then got stuck in stand-still construction traffic for 45 minutes. It was a cluster of a day, to say the least. Saturday (yesterday), we packed up and went to my mom's an hour away from our hotel, so I got to relax while there--even finally got a nice, long, deep HOT epsom salts bath that really helped my pelvis and hips feel better. We all got to hang out with my brother and nephew and niece all day, and it was a wonderful day. Left today, got back home around 3pm, barely unpacked before bed, and DH leaves again tomorrow morning before sunrise. He gets back after midnight Thursday night. I just don't WANT to do this week. I am just done with solo parenting. :sigh:
sorry for the longest rant ever. I just needed to get it off my chest without crying all over again.