It’s Monday, which is the day of the week I hate most. S. is off to work at 6:30am. I can’t barely wake up on Mondays (especially when I had one too many margaritas on Sunday), David can’t get moving either on Mondays. He usually sleeps on the recliner while I shuffle in the kitchen, making his lunch, getting his clothes together, getting myself together…
Today was one of those mornings where you find it better to go back to bed and hide rather than face the realities of the day.
I drove little guy to his school, and bought a coffee, only to take a sip halfway home and find that they put SUGAR in it… which I HATE. Then, I round the corner to home in the car and surprise! the road is closed. I am a mere 750 yards from my street when friendy policeman says…. “sorry, road closed, you have to turn around.” “But I live right there!!!” And I am forced to drive in a circle for 4 miles to get to the other side of the road where my house is when I can practically SEE IT from where I was stopped.
I have a dentist appointment this morning. I don’t mind the dentist, but I am not motivated to go there today.
I have 62 unread e-mails from Friday, and I wonder if my co-workers are robots, because THEY NEVER stop working. Damn cyborgs.
And did I mention I still have no symptoms of this impending miscarriage? I have another u/s tomorrow for the Dr, to look and say, “gee, this should have started by now.” Meanwhile, I’ve been reading up on recurrent m/c, and I am growing concerned that something really not right is the cause of my bad luck. My mind is reeling with a recent book I read that talks about the ties between the immune system and recurrent loss. I feel like bringing my books to the RE tomorrow, and telling them I want more testing in that area.
At the same time, I am soooo tired. so tired.