I've had a rough couple of days. Between being sick, chicken drama (yes, I see the chicken is sick, no you may not bring it into the house, yes I'm aware I'm the meanest mom ever), child drama, husband drama (and let's face it, is there anyone more dramatic on the face of this earth than a man when they get sick?) and more, I've just had it. I want to smack everyone upside the head, and just yell "KNOCK IT OFF!"
To top it all off, in the middle of everything coming to a head and blowing up yesterday, I finally called my OBGYN (if I'm so never ever having more kids, do I just refer to it as a GYN instead? And does it have to be in giant CAPS? What's the etiquette on that one?) after putting off scheduling my annual since November (because talking about how I've gained weight is humiliating, and the visit is enough of that all on its own) and thinking it always takes a month or two to get on the schedule, so I might as well call... Friday. Awesome. Whenever you want to get in, it's three months, but when you're fine putting it off a bit - right NOW! Argh! I swear, I think I heard a little bell ring as the cherry plopped right on top of my irritated sundae a'la shoot-me-now fest.
I was so grumpy yesterday that I didn't even enjoy the snow falling - a decent snow storm, and only the second of this entire season (the first being in 2012.) It's pretty white outside right now, but it'll be 50 degrees tomorrow, so I won't get to ski in it because I'm not recovered enough to go outside and play.
Yet, all these things, they're little. There is a lot of them, granted, but they're little. Really, deep down, I think I'm antsy. I feel like I've broken up with Vermont. It's not pretty anymore, it's mean and expensive and a place of "stuck". I don't want to be stuck. The moving thing, though? The one where there was a real possibility of going? That got shelved. More, the industry is shedding like crazy, so switching jobs is not only next to impossible, it's probably not advisable in the current climate.
Stuck.
Antsy, and stuck.
Antsy, stuck, and sniffly.
*sigh*
Aw, Kyra...sorry for the sickness and the irritants that are your family and chickens. I hope you all heal soon, and everyone gets back to their less annoying selves.
ReplyDeleteAs for the Gyno...which is what I've always called mine...never the OBGYN...that sucks, and it will be over soon and you won't have to go back for a while. If he/she mentions weight, stop them in their tracks and say "I'm workin' on it...let's talk about something else..."
Feel better, know that eventually this economy will turn around and you can flee Vermont, don't kill anyone today.
Hang in there,friend! Get yourself well first and the the other "stuff" will be easier to put (or keep) in perspective.
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