Feel Good Friday
(Link up. You know you want to.)
UGH! I have kind of been dreading this post all week long. Because I don't feel good. No one in my house has felt good for quite some time now. Nothing 'happy' has happened to us, and frankly, I'm really getting bored of crap, financial surprises (the bad kind), cars breaking down, children entering the terrible twos, sicknesses (2 kids with croup, 1 kid with an ear infection, 1 kid with strep throat, 1 kid with the stomach flu, and me with cramps.), and other maladies that I just don't care to list because I'm bored, lazy and cynical.
So here's my half-assed (OMG, did you just read my SWEAR word? Well, that's about how I feel right now.) attempt at finding some good in this dreary gray world.
1. It's Friday. That means we get to have our 'special night' where we eat a special treat, and watch a new movie as a family. SO FUN!
2. Our pretend money for doing chores and store full of toys and treats thing seems to be working.
3. Finally got our taxes done. (Not getting back as much as I hoped, but at least we don't owe.)
4.I might get to go to a Casual Blogger's Conference in May!
5. I bought 3 pregnancy tests for only 4 dollars. (Lets hope they work this time.)
Let us start out by saying 'GOOD JOB'. You have housed, nurtured and birthed three beautiful, perfect, healthy and naked, wriggling little creatures without a single hitch. No problems. No pressure. Just smooth sailing. You are feminine, you are strong, and you have everything going for you.
So what's the deal? I mean, it's not like you're old or anything. You're only 27. It's not like you're a vast, dried up and shriveled old cavern full of cobwebs hanging from every corner. You're young! You're vital! You're in great shape, and the doc says that everything is normal and good! So what's wrong with you?
Buck up, honey. I need a baby, and I need one soon! (I already bought summer clothes back in December, when I'd already been trying for three months and just KNEW I'd be pregnant in the sweltering heat of a Utah summer.)
C'mon. We're old friends, right? Attached at the hip? Where I go, you go? So be a pal. Let go of your hostility over that old birth control and just bring back that lovin' feeling.
Don't Make Me Come In There.