I Hate Cravings

I want a chicken biscuit. I rarely want food in the morning. But I’m dying for one. It’s 11. The entire world stops serving breakfast at 10:30. Nobody in our one horse town serves it after 10:30.

And I’m ready to cry over a stupid food item. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? I feel so stupid. Just eat something else. 🙄

I’m also in full nesting “take back my house” Christmas is over mode. I’d do every bit of it alone. But our boxes are in the basement. I’m not allowed to lift and carry outside on the wet basement steps...I’ve got to have my husband. I need this tree. These lights. This stuff gone. I need the furniture back in the right place. And the toys and toy storage out back up.

The Urgency I’m feeling to clean and fix the house and prepare the nursery is lost on him. It’s Saturday. He doesn’t want to do anything.

I’m needing to nest. I’ve been on bedrest every kid before. I don’t want to not have things ready if I can’t do them later.

And I need the family to hit the road. Company and Christmas is great. But bt my in-laws from hell, my parents, and brother, and people staying in my house since Monday...time to go, y’all.

Back to routine. Back to sanity. Back to real food and less junk. And laundry I need to do but couldn’t bc there are people in every room.

The pregnancy needs are real. And it’s absurd.