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Lest you think it’s always roses around here
By Moriah on September 16th, 2009
Today was fairly miserable.
I woke up exhausted with an aching back and two cups of coffee didn’t even begin to help.
And it rained. A lot. Which means that there was nowhere for my hyper kids to expend their energy (why is the children’s museum closed on Wednesdays? That’s the ONE DAY I NEED IT OPEN!) except to run screaming down the hallway. (Which they did.) And bicker. (Which they did.) Our big backyard is useless on days like today and our tiny house feels rather oppressive.
Andy had asked me this morning what my plan for the day was. I gave him a look. He smiled and said “survive?” Yeah, that about sums it up.
I’ve hit the Survival Trimester — it’s a very scientific term, didn’t you know. We had frozen chicken nuggets for dinner. And applesauce in the little cups you peel the foil off of. (I don’t know why, but I really loathe cooking while pregnant.)
I decided to brave the rain and take the kids to church tonight, if only because my sanity was hanging on by an unraveling thread. The kids love their classes and they get to do fun things like make crafts and sing. When I walked into the lobby, my friend Gretchen said she thought tonight would be the one time I DIDN’T come and I laughed and said “are you kidding? I couldn’t get out of the house fast enough.”
And if it weren’t for the heartburn, I totally would have stopped at Starbucks on the way home. As it was, I had to content myself with a Tums and a batch of chocolate chip cookies.
(After the kids were in bed, of course.)
(So I wouldn’t have to share.)
I, for one, am praying for a less cranky day tomorrow. And thankful that His mercies are new every morning.
10 Responses to “Lest you think it’s always roses around here”
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oh my goodness thank you for writing this. I still feel like a loser for how horrible our meals were/have been since I was about 30 weeks along. Can Survival Trimester roll into Survival Post Partum? Anyways, thanks for not letting me feel like the only one out there who has lost her charm in the kitchen!
I’m right in the middle of back pain and heartburn these days, too. Not much longer (especially for you)!
I hate pregnancy heartburn! I’m glad we got to hang out last night. — I love the ESV link, cool!
Hang in there! I hope today is a million times better too!
Ack, you are speaking my language. I’m in the survival trimester, too. Add to that the fact that it’s been raining here for a week straight with no end in sight and we are all going a little stir crazy. All I want to do is sleep because man, I’m beat.
chocolate chip cookies solve a lot, don’t they?
;-)
It’s been raining here alot too. Total downer :(
Survival trimester?? – by number 4 it’s called survival years. Clint and I looked at each other only last year and said, “Hey we’re actually cooking again!” He even had relatives who were worried about our marriage because of how little I managed to cook when the first three were younger. Yes, homecooking is very important on that side of the fam. Oy, thankfully Clint knows that homecooked can also be husband-cooked and after 4 kids, he is just happy to eat, homecooked or not.
love the idea of “survival trimester”!
oh, pregnancy heartburn, you are so cruel! i never even knew what HB was until pregnancy. then i figured out how it got its name. ouch!
hope the rest of your week/end is better!
hehehe. how many weeks are you? meaning my stork husband has a saying, which goes:
“when you have entered the (F)at, (H)ot, and(M)ad Stage… it’s time to make sure a bag is packed and the husband is on stand-by”… apparantly it’s more reliable of an indicator than those checks. just saying.
You are sure not to have long, now :)
Hoping you don’t take offense at that, as you don’t know me (in person)… wanting to cheer you up and encourage you! You are in good company. i will remember to pray for you each day till i hear good news.
love,
tabitha