I would love to wax poetic on the joys of motherhood and the day my firstborn came to the earth, but instead I am having a hard time not being down right mad. All I could come up with yesterday was: around this time, I was getting an epidural…not sure that’s what Phoebe wanted to reminisce about.
I’ve been sick for a week (again). I have been sick on and off since November…with colds and stomach flu and chest colds and sinus infections and other mischief.
And I sit here wondering: is it because I tried no allergy meds this fall/winter? Is it because I run outside? and for a long time?
But the whole family is getting sick too, so I think it’s just the environs. I even have a humidifier this year.
I buy HALLS in the VALUE pack now…and I read the little pick me up messages on the wrapper and just get madder.
Also, I can’t taste anything…so there isn’t even a spot of enjoyment in eating.
I haven’t run since Thursday. I have a new pain in a spot on my toe that is dangerously close to the bunion place. Also a source of anger.
I’m trying to find my happy place. But it’s pretty hard right now.