We're going on a cruise in May, and although we have separate rooms right now, there is a possibility we could get upgraded to a family suite with separate bedrooms. I'm okay with this.
isabel I am pretty sure I mumbled those words out loud this morning while my rugrats screamed and fought with each other at 6am. Oh how I miss the days of having some quiet time in the morning. I also feel sorry for my dog. When my husband comes home, she's the only one that runs to him and gets all excited and in that moment I don't feel so guilty.
My confession is that my brother's divorce is final. Just shy of them being married 10 months and I am doing a happy dance. She had an affair after 5 months of them being married and for the longest time I was raging mad at her for hurting him and making me waste $5K of our money on travel expenses but we actually had a great time outside of that shit show of a wedding. PLUS, SEQUIN BRIDESMAIDS DRESSES? Only someone with pour judgement would do that. When he called me to say it was final, I secretly sang DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD.
Was this the wedding you had to wear that pink garbage bag?? Wow, that didn't last long.
It was a white sequin garbage bag and yes. She filed for divorce only 6 months after the wedding. Then he discovered her affair. She's a bitchface and I am glad she's gone. The only thing that makes me NOT want to rip her face off is that we had a good time outside of the wedding. I only spent a total of 12 hours with the chick and it was a 7-day vacation. My brother on the other hand, wishes he would have listened to his instincts and not married her but the train had already left the station. Live and learn!
A friend of mine invited me to her shore house for a girl's weekend over Mother's Day.
My H really doesn't want me to go. He suggested that we go somewhere as a family instead.
I... really don't want to. The point wasn't necessarily that I wanted to go on vacation. It was that I wanted to get away from the kids. And not plan anything, not pack for anyone else, not focus on kid-friendly stuff.
But I feel guilty explaining that I don't want to spend mother's day weekend with my family.
Bailey had to become more demanding after E was born, because I was basically ignoring him. I know he was like "there's ANOTHER one now?? Fuck this shit! I'm going to bark all the time and start pooping on the couch if that's what it takes!"
This is our older dog. His life kind sucks ever since DS arrived and now he's mad I'm pregnant again. He follows me constantly but barks anytime DS gets near him. Plus the constant itching/scratching/paw biting is so annoying!
My confession is that my brother's divorce is final. Just shy of them being married 10 months and I am doing a happy dance. She had an affair after 5 months of them being married and for the longest time I was raging mad at her for hurting him and making me waste $5K of our money on travel expenses but we actually had a great time outside of that shit show of a wedding. PLUS, SEQUIN BRIDESMAIDS DRESSES? Only someone with pour judgement would do that. When he called me to say it was final, I secretly sang DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD.
This is similar to my brother's story. Only the bitch made the divorce go nearly two fucking years. And she ran up debt. My brother paid it just to get rid of the snatch. She had the nerve to tell the judge she wanted to make sure it worked with the new BF before she signed anything. The judge ruled in my brother's favor and stopped the bullshit right then. He ordered she pay his attorney fees and back the debt. He never saw a dime. His attorney waved the fees. It was in 2005. I'm still angry. He's remarried and very happy.
Shockingly new BF left her when she got pregnant. He's no where to be found.
God. My stepdad would pack the weirdest sandwiches for lunch when I was growing up. Like, scalloped potato sandwich. I remember opening up my brown bag, taking a look at my sandwich, and saying to my bff " what the fuck? Is this a potato sandwich?!" We still laugh about that.
Everyone said I would love my dogs again. DS is 16 months and I am still constantly annoyed by the older dog.
We put my dog down over a year ago and I just thought yesterday how glad I am not to have to take care of 3 kids and a dog!
I still miss him, but not the responsibility of him. I do miss him licking up baby spit up though. That's probably gross and flameful, lol.
He is 8 years old so we don't have that much longer with him and I feel so guilty when I think about how relieved I'll be when we just have 1 dog. He was a great dog and my first baby but ugh. It's just hard to balance pets and kids.
My 7 yr old wore dirty clothes to school bc he refused to change into anything else and those are his favorites clothes. I was late for work and didn't want to start world war 3. I am sure I will be judged. MOTY here. I will have to peel them off of him tonight.
God. My stepdad would pack the weirdest sandwiches for lunch when I was growing up. Like, scalloped potato sandwich. I remember opening up my brown bag, taking a look at my sandwich, and saying to my bff " what the fuck? Is this a potato sandwich?!" We still laugh about that.
Bread? Good. Scalloped potatoes? Good.
I'd eat it.
I can't remember if I ate it. Probably not because I was a snotty teenager.
It was a drunk decision sandwich, that's for sure.
I think day care graduations, kindergarten graduations, and 8th grade graduations are ridiculous. If I had kids and they had a graduation, I would go because I would feel guilty if I didn't, but I think the fact that they have them in the first place is silly. You get a high school diploma and a college degree. You don't get a Kindergarten Degree. You are not graduating from anything.
I'm so tired of taking care of the kids by myself 99% of the time on top of homework, Dr appt's, cooking, dishes, laundry, picking up. I can't even go out for lunch with my BFF without there being an issue.
I keep thinking of the scene from Ya Ya Sisterhood where the mom loses her shit and bails for a few days. I GET IT.
I was just bitching to myself (lol) about this exact thing this morning. There were two pans in the sink that h brought in from the smoker last week and I kept leaving them there with the hopes that he would clean them and put them away. I finally got fed up and washed them this morning. I mean, really. Cooking, cleaning, bathing kids, homework, it's all stuff that needs to be done daily or weekly. THIS IS NOT NEW INFORMATION. I shouldn't need to ask you to help me with these things. Just fucking do it already.
And then I thought about how great my h is in other ways, like with our kids, and you know, not being a raging alcoholic who can't hold a job and is in and out of jail, and I felt bad.
I think day care graduations, kindergarten graduations, and 8th grade graduations are ridiculous. If I had kids and they had a graduation, I would go because I would feel guilty if I didn't, but I think the fact that they have them in the first place is silly. You get a high school diploma and a college degree. You don't get a Kindergarten Degree. You are not graduating from anything.
How about second grade? I'm moreangry about that than missing the damn thing.
Oh, Isabel. That's not flameful. Don't give yourself grief over that. I missed my relationship with my dog more than what felt like a reasonable amount. My solace now is still a hike with my dog. This might be flameful but I honestly have far more of those squishy, can't contain it, gushes of love for my dog that I do for my kid. I love her, lol, but she just doesn't have that furry bearded face you know?
Dogs don't scream in your face! At least my dog doesn't.
One of the best moments in parenting so far was when I didn't feel like I had to keep DD from hurting the dog and now it's one big doggy love fest. DD gets pissed if I give him his food/treat instead of her.
My dog does. I wrangle my toddler to bed, I trudge down the stairs and the second I collapse on the couch pup starts whining in my face. Right in my face. Does he want the ball? Nope. Does he want his bone? Nope. Does he want pets? Not that either. Food bowl is full. WTF does he want. Someone tell me.
Actually I think what he really wants is to roughhouse with the other dog but she hasn't been in the mood since she's sick so....whining in my face is the obvious solution.
I think day care graduations, kindergarten graduations, and 8th grade graduations are ridiculous. If I had kids and they had a graduation, I would go because I would feel guilty if I didn't, but I think the fact that they have them in the first place is silly. You get a high school diploma and a college degree. You don't get a Kindergarten Degree. You are not graduating from anything.
Uh, yes you are! You're graduating from Kindergarten!
Your kid did not earn an academic degree in kindergarten. Unless... twy sentwa.
Post by ElizabethBennet on Apr 28, 2015 12:14:48 GMT -5
I'm (hopefully) going in tonight to be induced and I'm so nervous. I'm worried something is gonna happen and freaking out that we made a mistake in havingn another one when we already have one healthy child.
I feel like a shitty parent lately. I'm very focused on losing weight and I feel like parenting beyond the basic minimum of feeding, bathing, and clothing her has been pushed aside while I try to get down to my goal. If I go to the gym before work, I'm falling asleep by 8, usually as I'm cleaning up dinner dishes. If I wait until after work, I lose about an hour of spending any time with her while I'm doing whatever workout I've got planned. I'm trying to find activities that will include her (I got a bike trailer to take her with me for rides, sometimes she'll do yoga with me), but I'm being hit with a heavy dose of mom guilt if I go for a run or decide to make a dinner that takes two hours to prepare. I keep trying to tell myself that I'll be a better mom when I'm at a healthy weight and can run around with her, and that I'm teaching her about healthy eating, but that nagging guilty feeling is still hanging around in my head.
I had an 8th grade graduation. My grandmother altered a dress for me to wear. She had very recently been diagnosed with dementia. I could've worked the streets in that dress lol.
Uh, yes you are! You're graduating from Kindergarten!
Your kid did not earn an academic degree in kindergarten. Unless... twy sentwa.
My kid wrote her own name on some random certificate of excellence they got at daycare. She's a genius and a winner!
She also likes to write "MOM" in all capital letters, over and over again. Like fills up the page with it. It's the creepiest goddamned thing you've ever seen, and I wish she would stop.
Aw, I love kindergarten graduations. Sure, I didn't start first grade with a degree in hand, but I still remember feeling like it was a pretty big deal to be a "first grader".
This is in no way flameful. I went through the same thing and had so many freak outs over if my relationship with my now H was normal. I think questioning yourself and going over any red flags and just being more mindful of how your relationship is progressing means that you've learned from your mistakes and your parent's mistakes. I hope that makes sense.
Yeah it does make sense. Sometimes when I think about it I just feel so... broken. Like I have no idea what I *should* be thinking and feeling in this situation because I'm so used to just reacting to an abusive scenario and trying to cope.
But now there's this guy who doesn't humiliate or berate me, who does nice things for me, loves me, and even knowing all my shitty past STILL wants to marry me? WHAT DO I DO WITH THAT??
I think it takes everyone a while to adjust, even in situations that weren't abusive or even really toxic. We have learned how to react to what we know, and when something doesn't fit, we're like "wait, what?" Super trivial example, but like when i realized that DH getting frustrated in traffic just meant that he'd be annoyed for 5 minutes, not that it would ruin the entire weekend because he'd be surly and quiet (how the men in my family respond). I remember physically relaxing and being surprised at the same time, like "huh, there's ANOTHER OPTION?!" lol
I have no doubt you'll be able to adjust your expectations/reactions, and I hope it's somewhat freeing for you. You can soak up being loved (hopefully spoiled rotten!) and not NEED to cope/protect yourself anymore. That's pretty awesome.