Because we aren't going on vacation which means no indoor water park, playgrounds, and such, I'm feeling a little guilty for my son. I planned on taking him to the children's museum today. Mommy son date. And we've never been. 

I so thought today was Tuesday. It's not. It's Wednesday. And for whatever reason pregnancy fatigue has kicked into overdrive. 

I feel like I can barely put one foot in front of the other. And I have a class to teach on Wednesday Nights so traveling to the museum isn't possible. 

In my tired nauseated state, I've been snippy with my spouse and just annoyed. I shouldn't be, I know. I had to rush to the bathroom this morning and I heard my son screaming and crying from a tantrum that caused him to be really hurt. My husband ignored our kid. And I couldn't get out of the bathroom. I had to yell for my husband to get to our child. I realize my husband was ignoring a tantrum, but the tantrum resulted in a real injury. Mom's can hear those changes in crying. When I finally got out of the bathroom, my husband hadn't even checked to see where my son was hurt. He's fine. He's got a bruise from throwing himself on the floor in a hissy fit. Which of course we had a chat about why tantrums aren't okay and he can and did get hurt.  

I know my husband is frustrated that I'm not cooking dinner due to puking and food aversions. The first trimester doesn't last forever and he doesn't complain, but I can tell his wife being exhausted and the house being a wreck and there not being a decent hot meal for weeks is annoying. And me walking into a room and running to heave is getting old even with the nausea meds. Hey, I'm annoyed too. I am a perfectionist and I want the house clean and healthy meals on the table and I enjoy taking care of my family. 

But today, I can't seem to say anything right or do anything right. And it isn't one and I'm day dreaming about my bed. Just not my day to deal with anyone. I know I'm hard on myself. Just a bad day.