Ode to Adam's Saturday Class

Things have been rough lately. I have had chronic congestion and fatigue with this pregnancy. It hasn't quite been constant, but I have gotten sick 5 times and each has lasted about a week. I am sick again. And coupled with the other discomforts of being 8 months pregnant, I am struggling. Lily has been dying to go outside for the past 5 days, and I just don't feel good enough to take her out, or do much of anything else. Adam has had a lot going on so he hasn't been around that much, and I have had to find time and energy to prepare a talk for Sunday because I'm speaking in church. On top of that, Adam has a class every few weeks which lasts all day Friday and Saturday. It is the bane of my existence, and it will take place this weekend. I am very nervous about how things will go if I am not better by then, and doubt I can recover for my talk on Sunday if I don't have a day to rest before then. In my frustration and state of near incapacitation today, I wrote a poem about my disdain for this class.

Ode to Adam's Saturday Class

Dear Adam's Saturday class:

I really hate you!

More than washing dishes,

More than diapers full of poo.

I unhappily await you

With loathing in my soul.

I'd like to round-house kick you

And then throw you down a hole.

You're like the Grinch of Saturdays;

You steal my weekend break.

And like a stocking full of coal,

Leave just a bad headache.

I suppose you're necessary

To getting this degree,

But did you have to come right now

To ail and burden me?

I'm sick and 8 months pregnant

With a 2-year old who throws

Huge tantrums I can't take alone

For 6 days in a row!

Just writing this is giving me 

An anxiety attack

So please be gone and don't return--

I need my weekends back!!

I guess the positive side of this coin is that this weekend's class will be the last one, and then I won't have to deal with it again. And after that, only 5 more weeks until this baby comes! I just hope I survive in the mean time.