Yesterday we (or rather, I) burned the casserole. Today I broke a bowl. One of our only 4. Tomorrow we are meant to be having soup for lunch with our pastors. I will be using Munchkin's bowl. My comment to Boyo was, "I'm a hazzard. Can I please retire temporarily from life," or something to that effect.
It feels as if my sanity and my life are unravelling by the minute. No wonder pregnant ladies beg to be induced! I still officially have 4 weeks to go, and things have gone downhill in an almighty great hurry over the past 2 weeks. Apparently it is quite common for folks to provide meals to a family with a new baby, as a way of helping them cope in those first few weeks. What I want to know is, how do I survive until then? Boyo has offered to do my assignments for me from time to time. Sadly, that's not going to work so well.
At least today the broken bowl did not result in a flood of tears (unlike several incidents yesterday). It is 6:30pm. I have had enough of the day. My back is aching like crazy from cooking dinner, and I've been having difficulty trying to set up the baby's bed properly. I am probably being too fussy.
On the up-side, I got my hair cut today. It was well overdue, and I feel so nice knowing that I actually look presentable. We finished sorting out our budget for the month, and I got a new toothbrush refill...another long overdue task, which means I'm now looking forward to cleaning my teeth before bed! Ah, the joys of small things. My new mobile phone arrived today, and I am now on a plan which means I can text or call people without borrowing Boyo's phone.
I have been trying to remind myself that "this too shall pass" while trying to get hold of the head of my degree to talk exams, study, and baby (I am a week behind with study, and have exams around our due date, so I figure a discussion around about now is probably a good idea). I have managed to get 5 assignments in though, which I don't think is an insignificant matter by any means. And Boyo gave me a really nice, encouraging card yesterday. He knew how badly I needed it. It is sitting on my bedside table, reminding me that he believes I can do this, and that we are in it together. Both rather nice thoughts really and ones that I need to focus on, rather than the tiredness and discomfort. So on that thought I am going to watch a DVD, then go to bed. Tomorrow is a new day.