bed rest blows *whining*
Bedrest blows. The toddler is going insane from the rush of freedom. The dogs don't bother telling me they need to go outside and just go on my floor right infront of me. I can't sneek clean the litter box *husband got read the riot act about me cleaning it so I'm not allowed but hes not always willing to pull the weight* so one of the cats is going in corners. My house is trashed nooned has cleaned a dish in a week. Luckly i cleaned the kitchen floor before my ob apt thst put me on br. Husband can't comprehend that strict bedrest does not involve going to the mall, walmart, check cashing place . . . And I have 99 more freaking days till Bunny is scheduled to make an appearance . I'm not going to make it. I'm going to crack long before
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