Saturday, July 26, 2008
So I am having the kind of morning that leaves much to be desired. I got up and made blueberry muffins; emptied the dishwasher; loaded the dirty dishes into it; washed the rest of the dishes; washed and dried the muffin pan; scrubbed the sink and surrounding countertop; threw out the crappy ol' toaster that kept burning my fingers and stealing my waffles; and started the laundry. Ordinarily, this would lead to a quite satisfying feeling of personal achievement. But, today, I sat down feeling empty and lacking. I called my mom. The ensuing conversation was a catalyst to my emotional breakdown. I assume that everything I am feeling is a hormonal response to being pregnant again, but none-the-less, I am a basket case. Perhaps a day of doing laundry and cleaning and vacuuming will make me feel a bit better about things.