I cried hysterically at Cody last night. Blamed everything on him, told him that he never supports me. which is a lie. It was 10pm we just got home from picking up the last of the stuff for my vacation to Zion's next week and I hurt. Hurt bad. All I wanted to do was lye down and hurl up into a ball and cry my self to sleep because I over it did.
My day went as followed… I woke up a 8:30am went to work, stayed there until 2pm went home and started packing up Wyatt’s room until 5pm. Cody came home from work and asked if I was ready to go shopping for Zion's. I got up, dressed myself again, and off we went to the 3 different stores where I walked the entire way bending, holding, dancing with Wyatt. This would be fine any other day if it wasn't 3 days after I had surgery.
I am one of those people who refuses to use “little things” like surgery as an excuse. I never milk it and I never demand that everyone take care of me and everything around me because I am in pain. I did the same thing after I had a C-section with Wyatt. That's just how I am. But yesterday, I can and will admit that I should have not done any of those things. I should of laid in bed watched Netflix and enjoyed my time off because today that is exactly what I am going to do...
I'm gonna Relax