I am 20 days from my moving date...and I am not nearly packed. Lol. I have quite a bit packed but it seems like I take one step forward 1500 steps back. {So pretty much nothing is done. LOL} That`s not entirely true I have 6 boxes packed. Why must moving be such a chore? Ugh. And then I have a toddler who goes through the boxes and tears through my house like an F5 tornado and it doesn't get any better.
Some days I am so frustrated that I just want to throw everything in a dumpster and start over but then I think of the cost of furniture and I think um no thanks. LOL. But it truly is not good for someone with the mental disability I have to stress over moving. So I am not moving for a good long time once we are in the new apartment. I don't care if another baby comes along...we will make it work.
Which is another thing in itself...do I want another child? Or am I satisfied with the one we have right now? Like I mean I would love it if Willow had a sibling...but can I handle another one? Will I get post partum depression? {probably not if I go right back on my meds after having the baby...but you never know.} Anthony doesn't want another child but is not completely opposed if it were to happen. Am I wrong for being a little bit excited and maybe trying to plan another baby? I mean if it takes another three years to get another baby I don't know if I am up for that. By that time Willow will be 5 and I will be done with the baby phase. Sigh. Who knows what the future holds...anyways I better get back to packing!
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