boundaries

It’s sad when you have to start turning off your phone and stop responding to family members just to get a little peace and quiet.  You’d think that with an impending baby on the way that my family would give Sid and I some alone time – no, not the case.  I don’t understand the thinking that it’s ok to just drop by someone’s home and intrude on them just because they live close to you.  So I quit working my day job to focus on my graduate studies, finish a grant, and take a teacher certification class.  That doesn’t mean that I am sitting at home just watching T.V. and eating bon bons.  Since when do people that attend graduate school or work from home have all this time to come out and play?  Not to mention the fact that I’m making a baby and trying to stay healthy.

It is amazing how angry Sid and I are with my family.  We are the first to attend every time consuming function and are very active with our family but when we ask for a little privacy, all we get is constant badgering.  Why does buying a new home mean that everyone thinks it’s ok to come over and spend the night?  This isn’t a flop house, it’s my home, my privacy, MY HOME!

So the phone stays off until after Vivian comes – I am no longer available to anyone except Sid!

Frustrated,
Mindy

a drink…maybe two

sounds really good right now; guess it’s good that I am pregnant and would never have one.  So what do I do when I am no longer preggers?  There must be a solution.  I did it for 13 months before, and almost 3 years a time before.  I plan on picking up right where I started after I have Vivian, I just know that it will be hard at times.

For me, to drink is to die, to lose my husband, to be a horrible mother, wife, friend, daughter, and sister.  When I think about having a drink, I immediately am reminded of all the horrible things that I would become and all the devastation it would bring.  Sometimes I just want something to feel better.  Guess that’s why it’s good to stay medicated; that however, isn’t an option at this time.

I think my obsession today with wishing I could drink something to make me feel better is because my back is KILLING me – mid to lower back muscles and my sciatic nerve.  I still have 3 more months or 12 weeks.  I cannot wait:)

So here I sit, at my laptop, listening to music, wishing to feel better.  Hopefully I’ll get more than 4 hours of sleep tonight.  I think I will try and get that ball rolling:)

Goodnight:)
Min