I am depressed today. It feels like the post pardum crap has come back. I thought it went away. I don't want to use this post as a sad, venting, hormonal post but right now I need to talk to someone.
Yes, I have joined a MOPs group and yes I have a few things lined up this week but......
I still feel stuck and lonely.
My husband works at home in our 1 bedroom apartment. We have both been praying about moving. It's been on the back burner for a while because Eric came along and I've been busy taking care of him. But really, we need to move.
I have been struggling with waiting on the Lord for him to give us some directions. But I don't know how long we are suppose to wait. The "In His Time" thing is really difficult.
I am having such a hard time with this. But I feel like I can hardly breathe and I'm really starting to feel clasterphobic in my apartment.
I have an exercise mat on the living room floor and sometimes I lay on that and try to work on my still ugly, flabby abs. Ick. I am dreading the swimsuit season.
I could go for a walk but basically I have to drive somewhere first to walk to somewhere. I live in a very busy area with a bunch of punks and other guys who always look like they're up to no good. I don't exactly want to take Eric out there.
I'm complaining. I'm sorry.
I try to get out but it seems like I end up getting stuck in this cycle of feeding, changing, sleeping and trying to entertain a baby. No time for getting outside and enjoying the fresh air.
David and I have looked at some of our options and have discovered these things:
1.Southern CAl is WAY TO EXPENSIVE TO LIVE IN. Especially for a small family.
2. We have to move out of Cal if we want to even THINK about buying a house.
3. Rent is going to continue to climb as well as housing prices.
4. I may have to put Eric in day care and some how find myself a job. (I'm not ready to put Eric in day care and get a job.) Besides from what I've heard, it's not worth it to do that. Day care is expensive and if I do get a job, I would be using all my money to pay for the day care.
As I was changing Eric's diaper today, I cried. He smiled at me with one his sweet smiles but I only cried louder.
Maybe hormones and PMS has something to do with it. That's another thing. Ever since I've given birth to Eric, my cycle has been cuckoo. I guess it just takes a while to get back on track.
Lord I need your help!