An honest account...sick of being the gentle woman
I am sitting here in bed, while my husband is out with our Pickle. This morning, a Moana dress and head band arrived for her and she's been wearing it proudly all day. She looks just beautiful. The past three days we were in Vancouver, and she whined almost half the time she was there that she wanted to go home and that she missed home. That part wasn't enjoyable. A large part of the other half was spent telling me that she didn't want to talk, to eat, to dress, to stop doing this, to start doing that, that she was too hot, too cold, too thirsty or too hungry, but she didn't want to eat, drink, stand in the shade or stand in the sun, and I spent most of the time feeling completely overwhelmed and frustrated, which led to exhaustion and ultimately, a lot of big emotions inside me that couldn't come out. So, a large part of the rest of our time in Vancouver was spent in a state of trying to pacify the beast and feeling out of sorts. Whenever this kind of thing happen...