thanks STD I always get myself so psyched out over stuff. I am going to help cover a co-worker'ss maternity leave and she was covering my unit while I've been out, so I will be in familiar territory at least. And I picked Wed/Thur as my days to work, as Mon/Fri are typically the most stressful days. Hopefully I can ease back in and my confidence will return quickly.
I'm considering taking on a side job making Disney princess dresses for a company that does birthday parties (as in you can hire someone dressed as Cinderella to come to your party.). I have no idea what to charge, which is holding me back from putting in a bid.
Sometimes I start work at 10, sometimes at 11, and today at 12. My nanny comes one hour before. I leave 30 minutes before. Doesnt seem to matter when I go to work, my child is always sleeping when the nanny arrives. I just want 5 minutes to my self before I go,but I feel weird sitting nesting/ watching Tv while the nanny cleans the kitchen so I have to hide in my room. Does my child do this on purpose?
My H just doesn't get it. I've asked him a million times to stop harping on me in front of my mother ( especially about domestic things, like cleaning.) I'm so ready to move the fuck out. He waits until I have given up all hope of us being a family & then apologizes. Then it starts all over again. I am so done.
Hugs, this is tough and I can appreciate how frustrating the back and forth can be.
In the winter my dogs whine to be let under the covers. But then they decide they are too hot. So a billion times a night they jump up and down. I'm so tired!
I'm wearing my go-to confident outfit today and it's driving me crazy. My shirt feels tighter than normal but my pants feel baggier than normal. The shirt keeps untucking.
I'm black and blue and sore as can be and it's my fault. Don't try to move furniture when you are still on lifting restrictions; especially if you are the strongest one in the group and the friends, who are supposed to be helping but are completely clueless. I shouldn't have to shout stop pushing there isn't room for my arm more than once.
Oddly enough, I'm also wearing black and blue today. I didn't think about it until just now.
You are killing me E!!!! What happened to taking it easy, following your doctors orders and letting your body heal? Do I have to come out there and smack some sense into you? .
Seriously though, please let yourself heal. You don't need to be helping anyone move furniture and I think any normal person would understand that.
I'm black and blue and sore as can be and it's my fault. Don't try to move furniture when you are still on lifting restrictions; especially if you are the strongest one in the group and the friends, who are supposed to be helping but are completely clueless. I shouldn't have to shout stop pushing there isn't room for my arm more than once.
Oddly enough, I'm also wearing black and blue today. I didn't think about it until just now.
You are killing me E!!!! What happened to taking it easy, following your doctors orders and letting your body heal? Do I have to come out there and smack some sense into you? .
Seriously though, please let yourself heal. You don't need to be helping anyone move furniture and I think any normal person would understand that.
Yeah I know. I promise to take it easy today. A couple of friends of mine wanted my old huge corner desk and I need to convert the office to a guest room since I'm being overrun by relatives for the holidays. Last night was the only chance we all had schedule wise. Plus they helped...
Now that that's done, it should be a few weeks of easier times. Volunteering and holiday parties don't involve heavy lifting.
Believe it or not this is being good, comparatively, for me. The last surgery I had I was still at my old job and they had us move offices. It was bad. Besides I basically told off my parents about pressuring me to decorate because having relatives was all the more reason to decorate and I said, no, having then means they need a bed. If its bed or tree and decorations (which it is because ive acknowledged some limits) I'm sure they'd rather have a bed. Oh and I'm not hauling that box off the highest shelf in the garage.
Last night I came home to a clean house, laundry washed and put up, gifts wrapped, and dinner being cooked for me. Despite my happiness, FI did not get a bj because I fell asleep on the couch at 8pm.
I tried a new moisturizer sample and now my face is peeling and my makeup is literally like melting off. I look like crap and I'm not sure if I should just wash my makeup off. My face is going through hell right now and I'm not sure which would look worse.
E, what is wrong with your family that they think you need to go all out while you are recovering?
The short version is they are nuts and hold me to inhuman standards. If you want the long version, pm me. Let's just say therapy to realize that what they expect isn't just abnormal, its impossible, was some of the best money I spent.
One of my favorite Mexican restaurants now has a lunch buffet. With queso. I may have pretended to fill my plate with odds and ends but only eaten a basket of chips and 2 bowls of cheese dip.