My H's football team lost (again) today. Second weekend in a row he hasn't spoken since the loss. Last weekend, he was mute from the end of the game Saturday until Sunday night. We went out to an early dinner in between football games, and he didn't speak. Delightful. At what point is it OK for me to strangle him? He's now napping in the middle of the living room while I wrangle the kids in the playroom. Useless.
My H saw his hockey team lose the Stanley Cup in person and he was disappointed but not like this. Not acceptable.
chilerellanos, she looks beautiful, although I know she doesn't think so. Being a teenage girl sucks.
I took E up to football tailgate earlier and he did really well, other than a huge crying fit right at the beginning because I didn't feed him fast enough. We would have stayed longer but it ended up being hotter than anyone expected.
Here's the two of us at home (forgot to get a pic at the tailgate)
The kids have been at the ILs since about 2pm. I did a little work, ran some errands, then dh and I had a date night in with sushi and Netflix. We're leaving shortly to head to the ILs for the night since we're expecting another disastrous attempt at them getting ds2 to sleep and we can tag them out. It's been fun.
His team is a perennial loser, so you'd think he'd be used to losing. I take football seriously too (different school), but not to the point of shunning my family if we lose. Last week, I just ignored it and gave him the silent treatment back. Today, I am openly mocking him about his behavior. Not sure we are gonna survive football season...
Post by cricketwife on Oct 3, 2015 18:25:32 GMT -5
In contrast to chilerellanos 's day,my child cuddled my arm while I was dressing him and said, "nice mommy." (heart) (heart) (heart) Me: oh, honey, that's so sweet. You are a nice boy! DS: woof!
I am over poop. After we got home this afternoon I changed DD (poop), then she ate and had to be changed again (poop). Then she poops on the changing table while I am changing her which requires a new changing pad cover. THEN I lay her down in her crib for a nap and she wakes up screaming and had a leaky poop diaper which leaked all over her brand new outfit, and her sheets.
Wtf. I hate laundry. I hate poop. I hate poop laundry. Rage.
Get the keekaroo peanut changing pad. One less thing to clean in the laundry, you can just wipe off the poop, lol.
DD is nursing and when she's done I fully plan on going to bed. At 8pm. Minus her 11pm wake up I should get good sleep till 1am when DH goes to bed and hands her off.
Post by purplecow0206 on Oct 3, 2015 18:52:46 GMT -5
Am I the only spouse that speaks toddler-ese while my H can't pick it up? A has started to string words together and making quasi sentences, but my H can't figure out what she's said or that she's even said something intelligible.
We're booking our tickets "home" and I want to puke at the price. Definitely doing lap baby. At least 3 out of the 4 planes are small so we have both the window and the aisle seats.
I look forward to bookmarking a few traveling-with-toddler threads around Thanksgiving.
My 4 yo has been a real peach today. We had to go to the mall today and she was whiny all day. Then tonight she threw a massive fit after we were home.
She just started school and I know she's exhausted but its getting old. I want my sweet little girl back.
I'm in bed watching The Unauthorized Beverly Hills 90210 Story on Lifetime. I might have to record it in case I can't stay up until the end.
I watched the first 15 minutes, but have to put DS to bed, so I set the dvr for the rest of it. The actress playing Jennie Garth looks so much like the actual person.
My child decided to whack me in the head with some random metal train that a kid had in the play area at the mall when I tried to make him put it down. I damn near yelled "you little fucker", and then I cried as I put his shoes on and we dragged him out of there. Because it fucking hurt.
Then my husband decided to tell me that I should have known he was going to throw the train at my head so I should have put my hands up.
AND THEN when we got home and I asked AJ to give me a hug and say sorry because he hurt mommy's head, he tried to whack me in the face with his football.
I am thisclose to busting out of here and joining my running buddies in their salted pumpkin caramel party, because I am so done with this house right now.
DD ate so well tonight. Ate all her chicken which is good considering she hasn't really had protein since Thursday and then ate noodles. We gave her a 30 minute break for bath time before she drank her pre-bedtime milk and evvvveerrrrrything came out. She just sat there and was like "Hi, I'm a happy puker."
She ate turkey pepperoni and rice like the kind that comes from one of those Lipton/Knorr packets before going to bed. So much for our efforts to serve her healthy meals.
She is one pukey toddler. I hope she outgrows it sooner than later.
I think I'm willing to have sex to help with eviction. Everything else I don't think I can stomach. Maybe the breast pump at the end of next week. I sure as hell am not ingesting castor oil. That will likely just make me puke and want to die.