I Need a Holiday... from Myself!

I try to be a positive person most of the time. I try to always look on the bright side and encourage myself to think happy thoughts. When crappy thoughts start to sneak in I remind myself that there are people out there who have it much worse than me and have a much tougher life and things to deal with than I do.

But sometimes those thoughts just invade my mind and I get to a point where I really need to just take a holiday. From myself!

Up until yesterday I had been stuck in the house for almost 4 days straight with a sick toddler. Nothing but me and my own thoughts due to the fact that Dave was working or wrangling said toddler for me, coz I just could not handle the whinging anymore.

Even when she is sick she still manages to be super cute!

Friday night was bad. On Thursday Punky was spiking a 39 degree temp and very lethargic, so I took her to the first doctors appointment I could get that afternoon and it turns out the poor thing has an ear infection and an upper respiratory infection. No wonder she was feeling miserable and out of sorts.

So I called daycare and told them she wouldn't be in the next day, and I called work and let them know that I would be attempting to work from home on Friday. Friday dawned and I gotta say, she was pretty good most of the day. A little more sooky than usual but that was to be expected. What I didn't expect was the unsettled-ness of the evening. 3 and a half hours it took for me to get her calm and to sleep, in between trying to get work done.

At this stage of the pregnancy game, leaning over the cot for extended periods, or trying to hold her is really, really effing tough on my back and I think that is what made it harder than it needed to be. I just couldn't stand there for long periods of time. Even sitting on the floor didn't provide me with much relief. I can't tell you how glad I was when she finally settled once and for all.

I needed a big coffee on Saturday morning. Shame it was instant and only half strength!

So that, combined with some abnormally high BSL results, which always make me feel like somewhat of a failure, even though I know it's not my fault, it's just my stupid body, really did not leave me in a great state of mind.

By Sunday I was feeling super depressed and had a bit of a cry to myself while Dave took Punky to the shops to do the grocery shopping. I think he could tell that I was on the edge and really needed a time out. I don't know what I would do without him, he is an absolute rock star of a husband and father, definitely the best of the best. I only wish there was more I could do to let him know how much I appreciate him.

I gotta say, being pregnant with a toddler sucks. I generally suffer from shocking moodiness around PMS time, and when I'm pregnant I get super moody. I thought it was bad when I was pregnant with Punky but its so much worse when I have a toddler whinging incessantly to deal with as well.

Baby in a box. Is there anything cuter?

Yesterday I knew I needed to get out of the house and so once Punky was down for her nap I headed off to Ikea. It was exactly the retail therapy I needed. I could spend ages (not to mention thousands of dollars) in there and I took my time looking for exactly what we needed.

I found the perfect bookshelf/cabinet to go beside the tv unit and replace one of the wall units that's going back to Mum's place to make room for some of the furniture that needs to come out of PJ#2's room. I also picked up the ceiling light I want for PJ#2's room and got 18 pieces of kids cutlery for $1.95. Finally Punky will have some decent forks to use!

That little shopping trip has done wonders for my mood and my state of mind. It really wouldn't have mattered where I'd gone, just getting out of the house was really what I needed and it has done the trick. I'm feeling more positive and not so down, and like I can face at least the next few weeks without another major downward mood swing.

I finally feel like I am getting on top of the sorting and cleaning that needs to be done before bubs arrives and I'm not as freaked as I was about it all. Is coming up so fast. That's another thing about being pregnant with a toddler... pregnancy goes so much quicker the second time around!



Now I just hope that this sore throat pisses off and leaves me the heck alone because I really don't fancy getting sick!

Is there anything you do to help pick yourself up when your moods are swinging down? Do you sometimes wish you could just take a hid day from yourself and completely detach your thoughts and mind?

Linking it up today, as I do every Tuesday, with Essentially Jess for IBOT.

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