Mommy

Mommy is coming to visit today. Hooray!

But so much to do. And, again, all I want to do is go buy things. However, I will not. We must get that margin under control. I stop myself when about to chastise my husband for spending, for it is both of us, and especially me.

When restless, do something else. Now, for example, I should go downstairs and make up the guest bed. Clean the floors. Etc.

It's all too much. I really just want to curl up in a ball and sleep. I'm afraid when mom get's here I'm just going to pile chores on her--here mom take the baby while I zzzzzzzzzzzz

I skipped a couple days of little blue pills, hoping to give the libido a boost for husband's benefit. All that happened was I got cranky and felt ill and ate too much. Sigh.