We're back from Disney. I had the most wonderful time meeting some of my favorite people (
her and
her in that order) from the wide world of the web! AND I GOT TO HOLD BEAUTIFUL BABIES!!!! Can I just tell you all how delicious these little ones were? I can?
THEY WERE BEAUTIFUL AND DELICIOUS AND SWEET AND SO LOVELY TO HOLD!!!
Jen and Farah were just as wonderful IRL as they are on-line. I'll admit (no one but my husband knew this) I was a little nervous to meet Jen. shock! gasp! I know. She just always seems so upbeat and happy and perfect on-line...and truth be told she comes across the exact same in person! I have serious self esteem issues, though. How can anyone so perfect and all even consider meeting me? No really...this is just me being honest. Now why wasn't I nervous to meet Farah you ask? I've "known" Farah a while longer and have conversed with her so much that she already felt like an IRL bestie. Regardless of my nerves or lack of them it felt like I'd known both of them forever! I would have to say they were the highlight of my vacation (even if I did talk their poor ears off).
Now for the title topic. Better? I'm not nearly as frazzled as I was before I left. I'm still fried enough to have lost my phone yesterday (still can't find it...drat), but not so lost that I can't remember what day it is. Yes, before I went on vacation I couldn't tell you what day it was. I'm still exhausted, but that has to do with the "worse" part of the title but I'm not quite as tired as I was before. The boys are doing much better at eating solids and taking naps in their cribs (long ones, too) and semi-sticking to a four hour feeding schedule. This has made for a much happier Monster. Jack-Jack just kind of rolls with the punches regardless. Jack even sleeps through the night once-in-a-while! Trip...at least he's only waking up once or twice a night, now; that's better!
Worse. My marriage. My self esteem. My depression. My nightmares. I went back to the doctor today and it's kind of a chicken vs egg situation...is it the poor sleep causing the stress or the stress causing the poor sleep. Either way something has to give. I didn't even sleep well in the hotel (but I DID sleep in). He's upped my meds a little more, but doesn't know if that's the real fix that I need. I guess we'll see in a few weeks.
One of the most horrible things about the "worse" issues is that Tim doesn't even seem to realize any of it. I've talked about my depression and he's known about my self-esteem (or lack of). I've told him about my nightmares, too. We don't talk much and we seem to bicker and/or fight a lot. We literally spent the majority of our vacation fighting. But he doesn't seem to realize that anything is wrong with "us". I've tried to talk to him, but I just can't get him to really
talk to me. When he gets in one of his moods (which he seems to stay in lately) I can't get him to open up to me about it. He seems to always tell me that he's not upset with me, but then he lashes out at me. Sometimes he tries to blame it on some asinine little thing, but then something comes out and he's angry with
me. I can't even begin to imagine what's going on in his head and he's not giving me any hints right now. It's taking its toll. Who wants to constantly fight with their spouse? Or if not fighting just cohabitating, but not really communicating.
Anyway. Sorry to be all Debbie-downer, but I had to get it out. That's what the blog is supposed to be for, right? I'm also so far behind on reading that it's pitiful. I think that I'm going to weed out my google reader. I feel a little guilty for even doing that, but oh well. I'll get over that and I think it's necessary. I might also take a break from the blog (no snickering behind your fingers at "take a break"...as if I haven't been doing that anyway). There's a lot of drama out there right now and it's kind of freaking me out. For instance, even though I've met a couple of bloggers face-to-face I didn't have my kids with me so all I can think is, "OMG...what if they think I faked the boys?? They didn't see me with the boys!! But I've got pictures of me with the kids at the hospital (and I'm in a gown)!! And bare belly shots with my face showing!!" No really, those thoughts went through my head lately. Did I mention I'm having issues with self esteem and depression? Oh yeah, and the doctor went ahead and added anxiety to that list after I talked to him for a few minutes (hence the non-stop rambling...sorry).
Whatever. I'm still here, but I'm not, but I am. And I will be back to reading very soon!!!!