Here's some tidbit's about my weekend/life.

I'm hoping someone else out there can share there weekend woes with me. I don't like being alone.

The weekend started out great, just like any other weekend. My house was clean, which is so abnormal. My laundry was caught up, again abnormal. My husband was going to get a day at home before his time off, again abnormal.

We planned my babies first birthday party for the first of February. His birthday is on the seventh, but Red is supposed to work. I already ordered cake, and balloons, cause I was trying to be efficient and plan ahead. When Red came home, he filled me in on the fact that his work is super-crazy-busy, and he has to work his week off. I shouldn't cmplain when the rest of the counrty is looking for work and we have extra, but five weeks with my baby and not really any relief seems a bit daunting.

I talked to my sister who is super organized and more on the ball than I'll ever be, and she was wondering if the same Sunday the birthday party was on was the same Sunday as the Super-Bowl. If I was married to any ther man besides Red I would have probably knwon that when I planned the party, and made invitations. But, here's a fact, Red is the one man on this earth who has no interest or passion for any organized sport whatsoever. I was glad my sister brought this up. Why would I be glad? I live in another state than all the family I invited, just an hour away. But, I'd feel bad to have everyone think they need to spend a relaxing Super-Bowl Sunday driving and doing a baby birthday party, because you know, they are super exciting.

Red and I did some damage control and called those we invited and let them know of the change of plans, because now he can get someone he works with to cover for him for the evening of our babies real birthday. Lucky for us this woked out, we only had a few kinks.

Sunday morning, Red left for work at 2:30 a.m. I stayed in bed till 7. I got up got ready for church, and looked out the window, we had about 4 inches of snow. Yipee! The car was parked outside of the garage and the truck was parked inside. We've had great weather so I've been driving the car lately. I went and switched the carseat, coats, and other things to the truck. I live at the top of a hill and this state doesn't believe in plowing or salting the roads, they don't do a thing. When it's snowy I always take the truck. Red drives his work truck, and we both have 4x4. I backed the car out of the driveway, and I got stuck in the middle of the road, just kitty-crner from my house. I worked on it for about fifteen minutes. My neighbors across the street just watched, nice neighbors huh? I went back and called Red crying cause I wasn't sure what to do. I can't just leave my car in the middle of the road. He called my uncle for help. He lives on the other side of town, it took him about fifteen minutes to get to my house. At this point I'm late for church, and I haven't called anyone to let them know. Which means my class has to go with someone else.

In the meantime, while I was waiting for my uncle to come I was getting Rowdy ready for church, I was ont he phone and walking out of his bedroom and I whacked his little head on the doorway. I burst into another balling fit. At this point I'm feeling like nothing but a failure. My day was going from bad to worse.

My uncle came and moved my car. I started balling when I saw him pull up. Funny thing abut this pregnancy, when I start crying I am usually on the verge of tears the rest of the day. So, I cried the whole way to church and I held back tears the rest of the day. I came home and got Rowdy put down for a nap made some cookies to take to my aunt and uncles house and crashed myself. The rest of the day I didn't really dare to do much.

I'm glad this is the start of a new week. My anniversary is on Saturday, 5 years! I'll probably be spending it alone, because Red is wrking this week, remember, it's supposed to be his week off. Hopefully I'll get to see him sometime. And hopefully I can shake this "down in the dumps" feeling.