Also, I had to leave a work meeting briefly the other day because I did Baby Foot and a huge piece of skin was hanging off my foot and I NEEDED to peel it.
I suggested we start creating and using a budget this month. I am deeply regretting that choice and we're only five days into the month. Irresponsible spending was so much more fun.
I cannot stop watching Queer as Folk. My H thinks I am crazy or a hidden gay man. I really want to bang some of the men on this show. Yes I know most of them are gay. But Brian is not IRL.
I took myself of my Paxil. I didn't like being that happy.
In the hopes that this makes you smile, i will share that I scratched my head after reading this because I was convinced Paxil was a drug to treat acid reflux. Â I'm an idiot, apparently.
In the hopes that this makes you smile, i will share that I scratched my head after reading this because I was convinced Paxil was a drug to treat acid reflux. I'm an idiot, apparently.
@marshmallows I'm so jealous! A spin studio here in town does themed rides like that but I'm usually limited by my work schedule (and can't justify cancelling patients to go to an awesome spin class, sadly)
I totally just emailed DS' teacher and asked for him to be switched for the Fall.
They had told us he would have the same teacher in the Fall that he had last year ( pretty much since last fall). Now the teacher announcement comes out and he has a different teacher.
He is a nervous kid and he is scared to ask for potty help from a new teacher ( He will be 4 in November and just potty trained fully in June.)
I SWORE up and DOWN I would not be this Mom. Now I am this Mom.
I spilled some lube on about half of my nightstand the other night. I cleaned it up after we were done and that half of the table looks FANTASTIC. It's shiny and looks brand new. I'm half tempted to use it clean all of our wood furniture.
I told someone the other day that my OB has me on Zoloft every 4 hours because this pregnancy has been so miserable. It took me a while to realize why they were so concerned - I meant Zofran because I have hyperemesis, not Zoloft because I'm depressed about being pregnant!
Sometimes I lack any patience with my toddler, and I feel like I'm mean. H is so much more patient than me, no wonder he likes him more. I was changing his diaper yesterday, and it was a messy poo. He kept kicking and screaming, risking getting his foot in the poop and and his poop butt all over his clothes, himself, the changing pad...blech. I kind of shook his feet and yelled at him, I was so mad about his behavior. Of course that made him scream louder, and I felt like a terrible mother. I get really frustrated when he's in the middle of a tantrum, or is acting out and not being cooperative, and I don't know how to love him through it. I tend to push him off on my H and walk away, or I risk yelling or doing something physical, like giving him a shake or yanking him away from something he shouldn't be doing.
He really, really prefers my husband right now, and I feel like it's my fault.
I have various knee and knee-related owies from running, but I'm putting off going to the doctor until after this weekend's 10k.
I'm also putting off signing up for Mint or YNAB until after we're all the way done with the kitchen remodel, because we are just throwing money at things left and right.
I spilled some lube on about half of my nightstand the other night. I cleaned it up after we were done and that half of the table looks FANTASTIC. It's shiny and looks brand new. I'm half tempted to use it clean all of our wood furniture.
I am totally looking forward to the Republican debates on Thursday.
I actually wish I could watch them with MIL (she looooooooves Fox News). But I'd probably be disappointed anyway because she'd be all like, "Wow, these Republicans are all wonderful and every one of them would make a great President!"
Confession I: As we have been moving things back into the kitchen, I went on a bit of a crusade against mismatched snapware this weekend and threw away too much -- some of the "mismatched" items had their matching counterparts in the garage. I'm totally okay with this.
Confession II: I have a cousin who sells Tupperware and is constantly posting about it on FB. I might by a set from him to replace what I threw out.
Confession III: I waited until page 1 was full so that people wouldn't miss my confessions.
Post by cincodemayo on Aug 5, 2015 13:12:59 GMT -5
I don't get sending your kid emails. I just imagine my 18 YO son opening up his inbox for the first time and seeing 1,645 new messages with all of his toddler accomplishments and being like "Whoa, mom, this is crazy."
I do like the idea of writing a yearly letter or something, but sending pictures and milestones all the time? when is he going to read it all?
See also: I didn't do a baby book, so I might just be a bad mom. Lol.
DS2 got kicked out of daycare for the day for biting 5 other kids in the 2 fucking hours he was there today. I guess my confession is, at some point I half blame the teachers. Who the fuck let him get to 5? How was no one watching him closer?
I sat in my car and cried, and then went and picked him up. Shitty day.