FI and I just went for a walk. We're heading back to the house for breakfast and then we have to go grocery shopping, laundry, and some gardening. No plans so far for tonight, but that's ok!
Nothing too exciting, just the usual weekend before h returns routine. Laundry, cleaning, groceries. Boring crap.
We can't really do anything outside because it's supposed to rain again today, so we'll just hang out at home. I have a few crafts in mind for the kids, and I want to bake cookies.
The baby woke up at 7 and is finally back to sleep. I just made myself a couple of breakfast tacos. Yum! I need to find a new book to read. Sitting on the porch and reading a book sounds pretty awesome right now, but I don't have anything to read. Suggestions welcome.
This weekend is all about cleaning. I have a couple loads of laundry to finish up, we need to clean the house, bathe the baby and dog, and finish up some random projects. DH's grandparents on coming on Monday to meet the baby and stay for two weeks. We're both so excited!
H is acting like an ass for the millionth time this week and I am so over it.
He went to grab Advil in my purse and took my wallet out so that he could reach the Advil. He never fucking puts it back and I've even left the house and gone to pay for something and whoops, no wallet. I have my hair appt across town today and I could totally see it happening again. PUT THE FUCKING WALLET BACK! It's not hard! And then when I mention it, he blows up at me. Over. It.
one of the preschool moms, who is also a church member, chose the class picnic to decide to tell me that she is sorry she never spoke with me during the clusterfuck over the winter and that she and her husband have always been in our corner. it led to a conversation about what she had heard and my either correcting some rumors or filling in some gaps for her. it was my first extended conversation about it in a good while. i was crying by the end. moments later, i ran into the committee chair who fired me (and read all the ML stuff) for the first time since i left the church. i was okay at the time. i came home to tell h about it and started crying and couldn't catch my breath. cue total meltdown panic attack. i feel so stupid that i'm still like this six months later. i keep thinking it's like a break-up and that it will get better over time, but i'm stuck. it still feels like it JUST happened, complete with intrusive thoughts and super vivid memories. the nightmares stopped when i started a second medication. eta: my doctor said this is how PTSD works, but i feel like PTSD should be reserved for soldiers and rape victims, not for people who are humiliated at work. i made an intake appointment with a psychiatrist for sometime in june. blech!! weirdness.
The baby woke up at 7 and is finally back to sleep. I just made myself a couple of breakfast tacos. Yum! I need to find a new book to read. Sitting on the porch and reading a book sounds pretty awesome right now, but I don't have anything to read. Suggestions welcome.
This weekend is all about cleaning. I have a couple loads of laundry to finish up, we need to clean the house, bathe the baby and dog, and finish up some random projects. DH's grandparents on coming on Monday to meet the baby and stay for two weeks. We're both so excited!
I got these suggestions from here a couple of weeks ago but haven't started any if them yet. I think porch reading sounds perfect for a saturday
The Girl on the Train Reconstructing Amelia Life after Life
I woke up with some sort of pinched nerve or something in my shoulder blade and I can barely move. Between this and my walking boot, I am really feeling old and useless. I am dying to work out, fuck.
dude, this sucks. i hate feeling old. thank God you're so hot
DH and my 3 yo are visiting his parents, so it's so quiet here. I just made breakfast then I'm hoping to get some dishes/laundry started. I want to make it to the gym this morning too.
DD1 has swim lessons at 11:30 then in the afternoon we're meeting some friends at the Beach Club. We live inland, but we have a community pool that's zero entry with a sandy bottom. DH would much rather drive to the real beach, but I think our local one is so convenient and easy.
one of the preschool moms, who is also a church member, chose the class picnic to decide to tell me that she is sorry she never spoke with me during the clusterfuck over the winter and that she and her husband have always been in our corner. it led to a conversation about what she had heard and my either correcting some rumors or filling in some gaps for her. it was my first extended conversation about it in a good while. i was crying by the end. moments later, i ran into the committee chair who fired me (and read all the ML stuff) for the first time since i left the church. i was okay at the time. i came home to tell h about it and started crying and couldn't catch my breath. cue total meltdown panic attack. i feel so stupid that i'm still like this six months later. i keep thinking it's like a break-up and that it will get better over time, but i'm stuck. it still feels like it JUST happened, complete with intrusive thoughts and super vivid memories. the nightmares stopped when i started a second medication. eta: my doctor said this is how PTSD works, but i feel like PTSD should be reserved for soldiers and rape victims, not for people who are humiliated at work. i made an intake appointment with a psychiatrist for sometime in june. blech!! weirdness.
Really, PTSD treatment is available to anyone who needs it. My husband went to a guy to specialized in work and relationship PTSD and after six months or so he was doing so much better.
Post by cinderbella on May 30, 2015 10:35:01 GMT -5
I have a ridiculous gender reveal party for my brother and sister is law. This is their second kid and they have known for two weeks what they are having. What's the point of the fucking party?
They have a girl and we have two girls - I will be a tiny bit disappointed if it's a boy since we are also ttc and for some weird reason in my head I wanted to have the first boy since I know they are also planning on naming their son (if it's this baby or another one in the future) after my dad. Oh well.
The baby woke up at 7 and is finally back to sleep. I just made myself a couple of breakfast tacos. Yum! I need to find a new book to read. Sitting on the porch and reading a book sounds pretty awesome right now, but I don't have anything to read. Suggestions welcome.
This weekend is all about cleaning. I have a couple loads of laundry to finish up, we need to clean the house, bathe the baby and dog, and finish up some random projects. DH's grandparents on coming on Monday to meet the baby and stay for two weeks. We're both so excited!
I got these suggestions from here a couple of weeks ago but haven't started any if them yet. I think porch reading sounds perfect for a saturday
The Girl on the Train Reconstructing Amelia Life after Life
I've read girl on the train, but not the others. Thanks!
I was feeling slightly hungover this morning so opted out of the early yoga class. I still made it the gym though so YAY but forgot my headphones BOO. My sister is taking the kids out later this afternoon giving H and I time to do stuff around the house without the kids underfoot.
Worked out. Cleaning, grocery shoppinf, food prep for the week. Very boring but I have prep for tomorrow when we're celebrating my H's birthday and going to a Dadhboard concert.
I want to sleep for days but today is moving day so I have to direct people how to pack and where to put my stuff and I am so not looking forward to it.
I hate that other people have to see my disaster of an apartment and deal with my crap. It bugs me a lot.
L slept in her crib again from 8-430, then in bed with me until 730. So nice. So far this morning H went Giant and the three of us went to Home Depot. We're currently taking the long way to IKEA while Lennon sleeps. Later H is putting up shelves in the dining room and we're going to clean out the baby pool so L can splash around a while. We're thinking about doing the aquarium tomorrow, so it should be a nice weekend overall!
Post by underwaterrhymes on May 30, 2015 11:22:19 GMT -5
I got my blood meter for my GD the other day and I've been pretty pleased with my numbers
Aside from one fluke post breakfast reading that was 124, the rest of my numbers have all been in the low 90s two hours after a meal and in the 80s for fasting. Woo!
I woke up with some sort of pinched nerve or something in my shoulder blade and I can barely move. Between this and my walking boot, I am really feeling old and useless. I am dying to work out, fuck.
It sounds weird, but do you have a golf or tennis ball? If you press that into the area, it helps to loosen up the area. I use one of the balls in the link, and I love it. H and I have pretty effed up backs and they really help.
It's rainy and cold here, my h has to work all weekend, ds wants to do nothing but play WoW, and dd is napping after staying up all night at a slumber party. Blah day.
Oh, here's a random: My first husband (not the kids' dad, who is the one I always mean when I say "the ex") has turned into a crackpot. Apparently he never paid his student loans and now keeps filing lawsuit after lawsuit against the federal govt after they sued him to collect. What a loon.
We got my apartment cleared out and cleaned. That was humiliating. I've been so sick for so long and so tired that I'd barely cleaned and let it all go. I figured I'd just do a massive clean when i moved, and i had been in the middle of packing when I had to have surgery so it was a disaster area. I'm so ashamed that people saw that and probably assume I just live that way.
Plus while I was in the hospital my cat freaked out and puked a whole bunch and had some diarrhea on the carpet and it was awful. I want to die.