So, it's Sunday.
The last day of the suckiest week of the year.
This week was awful, terrible, horrendous, hideous, atrocious, unpleasant, awful, dreadful, terrible, appalling, horrendous and that is just the start.
I've been sick.
Amelia was sick.
Boyfriend was sick and full of work.
Amelia had a bloody nose.
All that blood made me sick and I could hear my heart pound through my ears, I thought my skull was going to explode.
Then, I was sick again.
The days went by and it's finally Sunday.
Boyfriend took Amelia to his mother's house to spend the day there and suddenly I'm here all alone. I have nothing to do. No responsibilities, no work to be done, no bottles to wash, no food to be cooked, no baby to entertain NO NOTHING.
I can't remember the last time this happened and I can't remember what I did with all that free time i had. Besides obviously annoying boyfriend with phone calls every 3 seconds and bombarding the phones of everyone with them with 454656654 whatsapp messages whining about how much I miss my baby and I have nothing to do with my time.
They left 2 hours ago and here is what I've done so far:
- Took a nap
- Had lunch
- Look through my phone pictures
- Watch a bit of lds general conference to get some work for school done.
- Then remembered I have next week off school.
AND you guessed it whine some more.
I tried picking up the house and getting some chores ticked off the to do list but then I felt too bummed out to do that.
I though I should get some reading done but then I didn't feel like doing that.
I really don't know what I'm supposed to be doing but I feel like I'm wasting my time.
For now I'm just going to lay in bed quietly and fantasize about this place:
|Hilton Hotel Bora Bora|