So another day, another no dollar.
So I'm starting to irratate Tom. And I'm really not meaning to. But the tears have left and the anger is all around me. Everything I see, hear, and read has been pissing off to the fullest degree. To a degree that after bitching for an hour on one subject and then starting on another for another hour, I'm looking at myself and saying wow. I mean don't get me wrong I'm already a bitch. I know that I have short nerves and that I'm VERY opinionated. But this is to the degree of at one point in the last two days me actually saying to myself "OMG what is wrong with me?"
I've been drinking chamomile tea a hell of alot to try and calm my nerves. I've lit all the candles I have (I love the glow you get when all the light are out and the candles are lit.) Speaking of which I finally got all my shelves up on the walls. Tom said he likes how I made it look but I was hoping to get your opinions too. So I'm gonna have some pics up soon that will show my livingroom. Anyways I've also taken bubble baths with all the fixings (mat that shoots air out to create spa effect, the candles again, aromatheputic bubbles, and relaxing music) but nothing has been helping. I've been getting stressed with Alexis (and she's very amusing). It's driving me crazy.
I've thought about asking his mom to watch her one night that he works and drowning my sorrow in a bottle. But that's not me. I'll just be depressed again the next day because I would probebly get sick and have a hangover. I know my limit and it's very short since I was pregnant and I like to keep drinking out of the house while Alexis is here. (I grew up in a bar and I don't want that for my kids so I may take it to extremes but it's for the best)
The parents on my FL know what I mean. There is always AT LEAST one thing that you had to go through (whether it may going through in the past or now) that you would give the world to make sure your kids won't go through. Alcohol is one of my things. Abuse is the other.
The shitest part of it is I still enjoy being a SAHM. I just don't enjoy being broke.
I've been drinking chamomile tea a hell of alot to try and calm my nerves. I've lit all the candles I have (I love the glow you get when all the light are out and the candles are lit.) Speaking of which I finally got all my shelves up on the walls. Tom said he likes how I made it look but I was hoping to get your opinions too. So I'm gonna have some pics up soon that will show my livingroom. Anyways I've also taken bubble baths with all the fixings (mat that shoots air out to create spa effect, the candles again, aromatheputic bubbles, and relaxing music) but nothing has been helping. I've been getting stressed with Alexis (and she's very amusing). It's driving me crazy.
I've thought about asking his mom to watch her one night that he works and drowning my sorrow in a bottle. But that's not me. I'll just be depressed again the next day because I would probebly get sick and have a hangover. I know my limit and it's very short since I was pregnant and I like to keep drinking out of the house while Alexis is here. (I grew up in a bar and I don't want that for my kids so I may take it to extremes but it's for the best)
The parents on my FL know what I mean. There is always AT LEAST one thing that you had to go through (whether it may going through in the past or now) that you would give the world to make sure your kids won't go through. Alcohol is one of my things. Abuse is the other.
The shitest part of it is I still enjoy being a SAHM. I just don't enjoy being broke.