![]() June 30, 2000 | ||
I know most of you are thinking I probably was excited to be at work because I've said a bazillion times how much I love my job, but I lasted less than an hour, ladies and gents, before I had to call Sherry and ask after the baby, yesterday. I just missed her. She's getting so damned cute and there's part of me that would like to think that I'm all she wants. But I'm not.
And I should have felt guilty, but didn't, that I didn't miss Bear at all. I think having to go to work gave us both the necessary space from each other. He knows he's on thin ice and I'm glad he's shaken up a little. We had a number of conversations yesterday about how hitting is wrong. Well, and he got to go CDC and saw a bunch of friends and played. I think kids his own age are a good thing, ya know? And Genny took her bottle just fine at Sherry's, so no worries there. She ate what she wanted and didn't even seem that anxious to nurse when I got there, even though, I was. When I got home, we sat down and nursed and played and it was wonderful. The only thing that isn't wonderful is how icky the house is right now. I just don't have the energy to clean it up, much less the time. The kitchen sink is full of dishes and the livingroom always has a barrel of clean clothes to be folded. I folded one barrel only to have Mike wash and dry another. This morning, I got the silverware put away and remembered I had to eat and by the time I ate, fended off Russell's pestering and got the baby and Bear out the door to swim lessons, that's all I got done. I'm sure the energy thing is related to anemia, so I finally went to the lab and got my blood drawn to get tested. They'll have the results tomorrow, so I'll call my doctor then about it. If I'm anemic, I'll start the iron pills this weekend and drink gallons of water for me and Genny. If it is anemia, at least there's something I can do about it, I guess. I just wish it didn't involve the possibility of putting my baby in pain for several days while we "get used" to it. I know...whine, whine, whine. If the energy thing isn't anemia, then it might be diabetes again, so I'll need to tighten up my food, force myself to exercise and start doing militant sugar monitoring to see if it's my sugars that are making me feel like dog shit. If my sugars are acting up, then I need to talk to the doctor. I just feel so totally wasted though going to work made me feel mentally fresher. |