Come on… really?
I stayed home from work.
Again.
This is only the second time so I’m very careful to not complain too much. I know of women who spent most of the first trimester laying on the bathroom floor. I just feel like I have a low-grade flu. I’m tired, I’m achy, I only eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and I want to cry. All. The. Time.
Everything makes me cry. I cried over cottage cheese in the dairy aisle today. I don’t know why. I felt that somehow cottage cheese had been given an unfair shake in this world.
I got a mani/pedi – just to get out of the house – and the ladies seemed so nice the way they were cutting my cuticles that it made me cry. I mean they don’t have to paint my toenails, but they do… god that’s fucking nice. And sad. And nice.
I got Mr. Forty a cranberry limeade from Sonic (because he likes the ice) and his love of ice… made me cry.
I’m opting not to pet any of the animals so that I don’t cry.
As if on cue, one of the animals just walked by the couch and farted.
I’m crying again, but it’s for a slightly different reason.
Bwahahahaha!!! You are hilarious…which is not easy when you simultaneously have the flu and the crying disease.