It's so much fun.
I slept in this morning, and that was actually really nice, not something that is done too often around here. Then I moved downstairs to the couch. And except for a couple trips to the potty, it is where I remain.
I have to say, I feel really bad for James. Remember, I am an admitted control freak. It is HARD to sit here and not say anything while he goes through the motions of doing my job for me in addition to meeting my needs. I am trying to not need much. But the kids, oy! We have an ebb and flow to our day. I do things a certain way. James does them different. Trying to let him do what he does while I have to sit here and can't do anything is an exercise in patience. He doesn't do anything wrong. He just does things different. And I am trying to adjust to that. The last thing we need is to be disagreeing about everything. I know he is frustrated because he should be at work. He should not be cleaning spinach and emptying out Gracie's potty while trying to keep her from dumping out all the toy bins and bash Ian on the head. That is typically my job. He is not use to having to do it all himself, but unfortunately I can't go halvsies right now. I can barely move myself to the bathroom and back. I feel like the queen of lazy and there isn't a thing I can do about it.
This is gonna be a rough few weeks. Stay tuned if you are prepared for some first class whining.
And if you want to chat, just call. I can't do anything but talk on the phone right now anyway!