I just want a freakin' slice of pizza
and I'm too inept to accomplish this, or I should say that three seperate establishments are too inept to accomplish this: One doesn't serve carry away pizza, just in store (and Laura isn't leaving the house), another had just turned off their stone oven, the third charges $20 for a large cheese pizza.
It must be amazing, but I'm not willing to pay $20 for a carry away pizza. Sure, I'll fly across the globe to drink a certain beer, or drive overnight to see a band, but $20 pizza is where I draw my line. Honestly, I just wanted a pizza, out, but it was becoming such a hassle to even accomplish this most simple task. I was about to break down and sob like a baby -or- just break something.
So Bobeli pizza kit it is. Meh.
It must be quite evident that I'm a bit irritated at the moment, which is about the biggest understatement of the century.
Now, some meat and potatoes: and I preface this by saying that I feel like a real asshat even mentioning it, especially since we share this blog and Laura is bound to read this, BUT, I am absolutely sick of Laura being sick!
For ten months now; nausea was a bear during pregnancy and obviously post pregnancy has not been much fun: for both of us - emotionally and for Laura physically.
When most people have babies, they go home and are there for a certain amount of time doing baby-mama things, not tramping around the world living out of a suit case and most importantly, they are generally not grieving for the loss of the baby that they've just delivered. We are.
I cannot even begin to imagine the physical pain that Laura is going through right now, or what any mother goes through for that matter, but what I really can't get a grasp on is how she is dealing with all of the physical things going on (the virus, the post birth girly part pains, the constantly changing of the hormones, the reemergence of her menstral cycle - and - starting again a few days ago ... the everyday cold and flu). It's a huge plate to be put in front of her.
Of course, I've my own crap to deal with, which is not really happening. I'd hoped that us being away from home would give us an opportunity to grieve together, out and away, and that we could collectively feel this through. As best as could be expected atleast. What I am only realizing now is that we obviously are moving forward (or backwards, or whatever) at completely seperate paces: me physically fine but struggling to deal with the emotional baggage, and Laura just trying to hold on to whatever she can to maintain her stomach. It is driving me insane that she is unwilling (and unable) to leave the house, to go for a walk, to do much of anything. Other people have been great at getting me out and about, but it just isn't the same.
I want Laura, I want a freakin' slice of pizza, and I want a Xanax.
It must be amazing, but I'm not willing to pay $20 for a carry away pizza. Sure, I'll fly across the globe to drink a certain beer, or drive overnight to see a band, but $20 pizza is where I draw my line. Honestly, I just wanted a pizza, out, but it was becoming such a hassle to even accomplish this most simple task. I was about to break down and sob like a baby -or- just break something.
So Bobeli pizza kit it is. Meh.
It must be quite evident that I'm a bit irritated at the moment, which is about the biggest understatement of the century.
Now, some meat and potatoes: and I preface this by saying that I feel like a real asshat even mentioning it, especially since we share this blog and Laura is bound to read this, BUT, I am absolutely sick of Laura being sick!
For ten months now; nausea was a bear during pregnancy and obviously post pregnancy has not been much fun: for both of us - emotionally and for Laura physically.
When most people have babies, they go home and are there for a certain amount of time doing baby-mama things, not tramping around the world living out of a suit case and most importantly, they are generally not grieving for the loss of the baby that they've just delivered. We are.
I cannot even begin to imagine the physical pain that Laura is going through right now, or what any mother goes through for that matter, but what I really can't get a grasp on is how she is dealing with all of the physical things going on (the virus, the post birth girly part pains, the constantly changing of the hormones, the reemergence of her menstral cycle - and - starting again a few days ago ... the everyday cold and flu). It's a huge plate to be put in front of her.
Of course, I've my own crap to deal with, which is not really happening. I'd hoped that us being away from home would give us an opportunity to grieve together, out and away, and that we could collectively feel this through. As best as could be expected atleast. What I am only realizing now is that we obviously are moving forward (or backwards, or whatever) at completely seperate paces: me physically fine but struggling to deal with the emotional baggage, and Laura just trying to hold on to whatever she can to maintain her stomach. It is driving me insane that she is unwilling (and unable) to leave the house, to go for a walk, to do much of anything. Other people have been great at getting me out and about, but it just isn't the same.
I want Laura, I want a freakin' slice of pizza, and I want a Xanax.
posted by justinian at 12:10 AM
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