I'm up late tonight. Yes, 11:30 is late for a wife and mom. I'm old now, let's get that out of the way. I go to bed at 10 and wake up at dawn. I manage to get a small half hour to one hour nap on the couch as my babysitter, aka as the tv entertains my three year old daughter. I never claimed to be a perfect mother. I don't mean to take a nap, but I'm exhausted due to 3 am feedings. That's my excuse anyway.
Racing thoughts, racing thoughts.
What can I do for my church's symposium to reminding myself to give Tylenol to my little bit to remembering when she got her shots at her well check earlier today to thinking that I'm out of Orbit's Orange Mint gum and I must remember to get some at the store to wondering when I'll be able to have another cigarette again. The thoughts ramble on as I chew my last piece of gum ferociously. Did I spell that right? Sometimes I can't remember how to spell a certain word. It might be as simple as i.e. "spell". It just looks funny to me like I've never seen that word spelled out. This has happened to me my entire life. It has nothing to do with the meds.
I often forget things like where I put my keys to where the hell is the cell phone. Where did I put that paper. Why can't I get myself in order? D and I are talking about me getting a part time job so we could get a new car. It feels like so much pressure already. Where would I work? Who would take me? I haven't had any steady employment ever. Plus, I have time restraints. D doesn't get home until 6 pm and then I have to have Sunday off to go to church. Where could I find a job with those restrictions where I would make decent dough?
Racing thoughts, racing thoughts.
Racing thoughts, racing thoughts.
What can I do for my church's symposium to reminding myself to give Tylenol to my little bit to remembering when she got her shots at her well check earlier today to thinking that I'm out of Orbit's Orange Mint gum and I must remember to get some at the store to wondering when I'll be able to have another cigarette again. The thoughts ramble on as I chew my last piece of gum ferociously. Did I spell that right? Sometimes I can't remember how to spell a certain word. It might be as simple as i.e. "spell". It just looks funny to me like I've never seen that word spelled out. This has happened to me my entire life. It has nothing to do with the meds.
I often forget things like where I put my keys to where the hell is the cell phone. Where did I put that paper. Why can't I get myself in order? D and I are talking about me getting a part time job so we could get a new car. It feels like so much pressure already. Where would I work? Who would take me? I haven't had any steady employment ever. Plus, I have time restraints. D doesn't get home until 6 pm and then I have to have Sunday off to go to church. Where could I find a job with those restrictions where I would make decent dough?
Racing thoughts, racing thoughts.
2 Comments:
Unless that car is really, REALLY necessary...I would NOT do it. Two kids means you're working more than full-time already. And if you take the PPD/bipolar into consideration...I'd say at least another year before you can even begin to think about it.
How about working from home?
Right now we have a two door car that's gone all day. I can't take hubby to work because the commute is 1 hour each way.
But, you're right. I should work from home. I'm going to start doing that tonight. I make purses and we have a booth at an outdoor market that we only work one day a month. I have to split the profits with my dad on the other stuff, but I could sell my purses if I had more to sell.
Thanks for the comment and the idea!
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