Last night D and I watched the movie "buried" it made me have bad dreams. We went to bed pretty early and I woke up at 1130 from a deep sleep when I heard a loud boom. I remember waking up with my heart racing and walking around the house checking things out, and something oddly enough had fallen off the wall
We are still part time co-sleeping with Isaiah, only because I can't let go he does just fine. I feel like I am being a bad parent if he is sleeping in his bed and not right here next to me, and when he is in there I get no sleep, I am always going in there to check on him. I think it all comes from loosing our babies, I still some days am afraid something is going to happen to him. I worry a lot. I want to be good parent, a present parent--mine were not, my dad still isn't and it hurts.
I woke up early with a head cold and sore throat, but that has not stopped me so far I have cleaned the bathroom (including scouring the tub) mopped and vacuumed, grocery shopped at two different stores and now I need to go make dinner, comfort food--meat loaf and mashed potatoes.
D is working all weekend, so tomorrow I am going to try and find something fun and cheap for Isaiah and I to do.
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