I can tell I'm not the only one who is grumpy today.
I can't believe I've already been away for over 5 hours.
I got new glasses at Target; yesterday, I went shopping there and they called me about 10 minutes AFTER I got home to tell me my glasses were ready. Ugh.
I have a doctor's appointment today and my kid is going to be a total crab for my mom and I know I'll have to hear about it.
Oh yeah, not to mention that Proboards is sucking today. OBVIOUSLY.
So, I'm just going to bitch to MYSELF some more. L keeps taking her diaper off at nap time and bed time and peeing all over her bed. I am sofa king sick of changing the sheets twice a day and doing laundry 4 times a week. GRRRRRR.
“Life is not orderly. No matter how we try to make it so, right in the middle of it lose a leg, fall in love, drop a jar of applesauce.” - Natalie Goldberg
My uterus is still on fire and I do not have enough left over pain meds for the rest of the week. Fucking THANKS OBAMA UTERUS.
Fi brought me flowers, the chicken purse, and panera soup home last night to me as a surprise, but I couldn't give him thank you sex. So I am double pissed at my uterus.
Post by Jalapeñomel on Oct 1, 2013 10:54:55 GMT -5
I keep bitching about this, but it's not getting better. My arms fall asleep in bed, especially my left arm. And it hurts so fucking bad when the blood rushes back into it after it wakes me up. I think I maybe destined to sleep on the couch forever.
I was supposed to have a huge project going on this week to keep me busy. But everyone at NASA has been laid off, so I can't even communicate with them to get the work done.
Post by shostakovich on Oct 1, 2013 10:57:34 GMT -5
The director of my office made me call someone and confirm wording on a press release that this person HAD ALREADY CONFIRMED via an e-mail - my director was "confused" about the wording, and wanted to double/triple check. So I had to call this woman this morning, and ask her to reconfirm her confirmation. It made me feel like such a dingbat.
One of our office elevators is broken and stuck on our floor, and buzzing like it does when the doors are held open too long. It's one long, incessant buzz, and my office is right down the hall. I might need vodka for lunch.
I'm getting a cold. DH is stressing me out because he wants us to go home and keeps saying we need to figure out how to hurry them along. I've been doing that for a month.
My sister babysat Rosie last night and my niece got into the diaper bag and got baby soap all over everything. Last time she did that with gas drops. I asked my sister to put the bag away where my niece can't reach it.
MIL also was angry that my sister was watching the baby overnight. Why? No idea. I told her that that's how it was and to deal with it.
I'm rather bitchy today because H was a pessimistic douche this morning. We are going on vacation next week and he's all "I'd rather stay home because we don't have any money to do anything." I'm like, "STFU because I need to get away and be at the beach with nice weather!" We are staying with his aunt and uncle, who we both adore, so we don't have to pay for a hotel or anything. He just was a total buzz-kill this morning and I wanted to beat him for it. Then he had the audacity to say I was being cranky. Oh, and today is our two year anniversary. I get where he's coming from but don't harsh my buzz if I'm looking forward to a vacation that we haven't had in TWO YEARS. Last time was our honeymoon.
I keep bitching about this, but it's not getting better. My arms fall asleep in bed, especially my left arm. And it hurts so fucking bad when the blood rushes back into it after it wakes me up. I think I maybe destined to sleep on the couch forever.
Pregnancy carpel tunnel. You can get arm braces to keep your wrists straight while you sleep. Talk to your doctor. I got a prescription for mine.
My kid gave me his cold. I'm pregnant and can't take anything, so I'm going to have it for like 3 weeks. Everyone at work is looking at me like I have the plague. I am covering for someone else's vacation and honestly not that sick, just a runny nose, so eff off.
My legs and arms keep fucking twitching and hurting and it's really annoying. I have this test called an EMG tomorrow and I am terrified. H is getting sick of hearing me complain, which I get because I AM FUCKING SICK OF COMPLAINING ABOUT IT.
Also related, I have a gut feeling that my chiropractor is a quack but I want so badly for it to be a simple answer that I don't want to stop going in case it does work.
Oh yeah, not to mention that Proboards is sucking today. OBVIOUSLY.
So, I'm just going to bitch to MYSELF some more. L keeps taking her diaper off at nap time and bed time and peeing all over her bed. I am sofa king sick of changing the sheets twice a day and doing laundry 4 times a week. GRRRRRR.
I have a nudist too.
Get zipper pajamas and put them on backwards. Even footie ones can do this. I have cut off the feet on ones that are a bit snug but it saves us from having constant piddles and wet sheets.
I have an obnoxious head cold which ordinarily wouldn't keep me from going to work, but I was up from midnight until 4:00 this morning with the big D and had to call in a sub because there was no way I could teach and deal with my stupid GI issues at the same time.
I keep bitching about this, but it's not getting better. My arms fall asleep in bed, especially my left arm. And it hurts so fucking bad when the blood rushes back into it after it wakes me up. I think I maybe destined to sleep on the couch forever.
Pregnancy carpel tunnel. You can get arm braces to keep your wrists straight while you sleep. Talk to your doctor. I got a prescription for mine.
Really? I guess it didn't occur to me because it only happens when I am sleeping and it happens to my entire arm.
H and I are both off today and I am excited about spending some time together. I want to go to the consignment store and see if I can find any cool furniture pieces, rugs, etc. He wants to sit on the couch and play GTA V. Booo. Now I'm going alone after I eat lunch.
I have a headache. Not enough to warrant laying down with a cold pack, just enough to be distracting and annoying.
I haven't showered yet because I wanted to sleep for an extra 20 minutes. Now I'm grumpy about being dirty.
The older I get, the less I want to wear a bra. Ever. I wore a fleece jacket to take my girls to school this morning -- so you couldn't tell I wasn't wearing a bra -- rather than put one on.
I'm super anxious. In 24 hours I have a doctors appointment to discuss ADD. Self doubt is kicking my ass as I sit here needing to do 1,000 things and not accomplishing any of them.