Bedrest Sucks

I am having a very pity party-ish sort of weekend, so you'll have to deal.  I'm sorry.  I don't know if it's the one-month mark or the fact that I've now missed out on some very cool things that I had either been looking forward to or would have loved to take part in.

For one, I missed out on the Elston Carnival.  Instead, I got the lucky job of entering the data for everyone who attended.  (I actually only did about 30% of it.  Wonderful Mike did the rest, because I was in a decidedly foul and un-Christlike mood.  Therefore, I slept in while he finished up the data entry.)

For two, I have missed out on several trips to Tropicanoe Cove, including a trip that had some newbies in it that I would have loved.

For three, my husband got dressed up (and by dressed up, I mean a button-down shirt with jeans instead of a t-shirt) and looked very sexy last night.  Then, he went out to a movie with a bunch of our friends, most of whom I literally haven't even seen in a month.  I'm crying just writing this sentence, and I don't even have any desire to see the movie they saw.  In fact, I was very much not in favor of him seeing the movie.  Maybe that's part of my irritation.

For four, a bunch of our friends went canoe-ing yesterday.  I HATE canoe-ing, but I wish I had been canoeing yesterday.

For five, my daughter has been outside exactly four times in the past three days blowing bubbles in the sunshine, and I can't see it.  

And lastly, a road trip that was supposed to be the paramount highlight of my summer is happening next weekend, and I am flat-out PISSED that I don't get to go.  I mean, really, really, really upset.  I'm jealous and sad and angry that I don't get to go...because I really wanted to.

I swear that I don't begrudge any of my friends their good times.  I know the world has to go on without me, but it really sucks.  I mean it really, really, really sucks.  And, if I'm very lucky and blessed, I get three more months of it.