You've got three minutes.
Right now I'm baking german chocolate caramel bars for a work Thanksgiving Potluck tomorrow. I have three minutes left before I can let it sit out over-night, and I get to get ready for bed. But I've said, "You've got (insert number here) minutes," so much more in the past month I might literally start saying that in regular adult conversations. Aurelia needs prep time before she is "forced" to do something. They say that kids at this age don't really understand the concept of time, but I'm calling bullshit.
Things have been pretty stressful for me in ways I can't really express or explain. I guess it is the whole maybe trying for another kid thing. Or remembering what it was like during not only pregnancy, but also everything that went on after her birth. It also doesn't help that Arri seems to be going through a rough, aggressive, combative patch. And I know I am a little extra sensitive right now, but seriously - why does it constantly feel like I'm an outsider? And finally, let's talk about how unhelpful it is that I have to show big emotions in order to get my husband to pay attention. It feels like we get into a great groove, cruising down the highway, and then out of nowhere, some part breaks and all the good feelings are gone. I hate that shit. It takes so much work to get back into the groove, and I always have to be the one who gets under the hood to figure out what went wrong and work on restarting the engine. For once, I'd like the engine to be self-sufficient for a nice, long time, or if it breaks down, I don't have to be the one who has to get dirty.
My three minutes are up...
the end.
Things have been pretty stressful for me in ways I can't really express or explain. I guess it is the whole maybe trying for another kid thing. Or remembering what it was like during not only pregnancy, but also everything that went on after her birth. It also doesn't help that Arri seems to be going through a rough, aggressive, combative patch. And I know I am a little extra sensitive right now, but seriously - why does it constantly feel like I'm an outsider? And finally, let's talk about how unhelpful it is that I have to show big emotions in order to get my husband to pay attention. It feels like we get into a great groove, cruising down the highway, and then out of nowhere, some part breaks and all the good feelings are gone. I hate that shit. It takes so much work to get back into the groove, and I always have to be the one who gets under the hood to figure out what went wrong and work on restarting the engine. For once, I'd like the engine to be self-sufficient for a nice, long time, or if it breaks down, I don't have to be the one who has to get dirty.
My three minutes are up...
the end.