Yeah, that's where I am.
I was on my daily morning phone call with my mother this morning, and she was irritating the fuck out of me to the point where I literally said, "You know, I'm in a really bad mood, and I don't feel like talking right now. I'm gonna go." and I hung up.
Of course, I've been awake since before 3 this morning. So that MIGHT have something to do with things, but it's been coming on for a few days now.
I am sick of being pregnant. I'm tired of the physical problems it's causing. I'm tired of feeling like an invalid.
I'm tired of laundry. ALWAYS fucking laundry. It never ends. Ever.
I'm tired of bending over backwards to try to find food my kid will eat and having her either try it once and snub it or snub it entirely. I wasn't like that. Ever. So I can't relate.
I'm tired of being broke.
I'm tired of people not listening to me fully and reacting based on what they think I said / am going to say.
I'm just fucking tired.
Good things: Livvie can now read the words CAT and DOG. I have to find some more 3 letter words to teach her that she might find interesting.
Her "preschool" classes start next Wednesday.
Rich still has a job for now.
That's about it.