Last year was insane. Without exaggerating, I think I only slept 4 hours a night just so I could keep up with the house, complete a full load of Graduate Courses to finish my Master's Degree, teach 25 3rd graders from 8-4, organize and supervise after-school tutoring two nights a week for 150 kids, go through the divorce process, and spend as much time with Madison as possible. I'm not quite sure how I managed it, but one thing is for sure, nobody could call me lazy! I've always been pretty independent, but I forced myself to work and get things done without waiting for anyone else's help. This mindset is going to get me in trouble a lot these next few months.
Last night I might have went a little bit insane. Poor Keith. He says he doesn't think I am crazy, but we all know I really am. I had a moment where I felt like the house had to be ready...NOW. So, we measured dimensions, looked up crib sizes, I sighed a lot. Then, I decided Madison's room needed to be cleaned and Keith was working in the kitchen so I started to move her bed. Apparently, that is a big no-no. Who knew you weren't supposed to lift, pull, and move large heavy furniture when you are pregnant. (I knew!) I, however, am stubborn. I, too, got yelled at. Nicely, of course. Country boys are much too polite and respectful to yell very loud...at least this country boy is! Apparently, I am supposed to tell him when I want furniture moved...that's a whole extra step!
Moral of the story: I need to learn to ask for help instead of doing everything myself....urgh.
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