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Friday, April 2, 2010

Trying

I am trying so hard not to get discouraged and depressed. The last two days were really rough. It is just so hard to see every one's lives going on as normal when mine seems to be stuck in the same place.

Yesterday and the day before were the two hardest days so far because the kids were being kept away from home all day Wednesday. They spent the night with my Momma on Wednesday night, and were there for the majority of the day on Thursday. Since Tim was working that pretty much just left me here all by myself.

The having to lay still in basically the same place for the last week or so is starting to really get to me. Last night I was just so uncomfortable that I could not sleep. I ended up watching re-runs of The Nanny on nick at night until I got a head ache and finally passed out around 1 or 2 am.

I have been trying to keep myself entertained and busy with some sort of project or other, but after about an hour of coloring or crocheting, I start getting bored and restless.

It's still hard though. I find myself getting really cranky and touchy and having my feelings hurt over absolutely nothing at all. Some days are not so bad... some are. I guess that is the way of it.

5 comments:

Not Hannah said...

I'm so sorry, sweetums. I wish there was something I could do. It's only, like, three hours between here and Dothan. (I'm only halfway kidding. Maybe only a fourth of the way kidding.)

Theresa said...

Wow really? I had no idea you were that close! My sister lives in Dothan, I live about another 1 and half on the other side.... so you're like...4 hours from my rinky-dinky home town!

Wiregrass Catholic Mom said...

OH, sweetie! I wish there were something that would make it go faster or make it unnecessary. It would have driven me nuts, too. Love and prayers.

Tammie said...

you've been in my thoughts a lot lately. i just have this image of you watching the world from your bed.
hang in there. :)

Karen said...

Somehow i missed this post. Just wanted to say that I was a crazy bitch when I was on bed rest: crying, picking fights, scolding, complaining. Apparently everybody gets like this.

I think there might be a bedrest thread at mothering.com; that might be good for moral support.