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.
Ben knows his letters now. Wow. I didn't even teach him.
Ethan was crazy all day. Refused to eat. Screamed a lot. I'm hoping it was just a fluke.
DH is heading to the airport at 4 a.m. I'm having friends with kids over for breakfast. I'm happy they are very low key guests so I don't have to go all out. We agreed to just get take out.
We got the kids a train table secondhand. It's technically for DS' birthday, but he has no clue, and I didn't want it taking up space in our garage for 2 months. So, we set it up today. Pretty sure DS played at it for a solid 7 hours.
Everyone is asleep, and I'm watching the Gators and drinking a pumpkin beer. Finally.
I'm sitting in the dark in our bedroom hoping DD will fall asleep in the Rock and play. I don't want to head downstairs yet just to have her start crying as soon as I get comfy in the couch. (Which is exactly what happened the last two nights)
We went to a friend's son's 1st bday party this afternoon/evening. It was great to see her and the other people at the party. We didn't get home until almost 9 and I'm exhausted.
Post by hilwithonelary on Oct 3, 2015 20:48:37 GMT -5
I'm wondering just how horrendous these shoes that are in my Amazon cart are. In my defense, I spend most work days standing on my feet all day in an area measuring about 3 ft X 3 ft.
So first my period was 4 days late. Then I decided it started because I was spotting (I always spot 1-2 days before things really get going). Well then I spotted for 4+ solid days before finally today getting a normal period.
I'm supposed to make sure it doesn't go higher, he's not lethargic, he doesn't have trouble breathing & sleeps at an incline. It's dropped .5 degrees and other than being congested breathing seems normal so that's all good.
Post by rootbeerfloat on Oct 3, 2015 21:09:57 GMT -5
After getting a housekeeper, the next thing I would spend money on if I won the lottery would be someone to blowout my hair every week. Eff the chef or personal trainer! I love having smooth, straight hair!
I know the doctor said he was ok but it's anxiety producing the hear the congested breathing or when he snorts and then fusses for a second when he tries to breathe through his nose.
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.
Yeah Eric doesn't even do that bullshit. I mean he doesn't want to talk about the game but he definitely talks about other stuff. Is your H a coach or a fan?
A fan ... in other words, someone with absolutely no excuse to be this invested in it.
Post by awkwardpenguin on Oct 3, 2015 22:36:22 GMT -5
The baby is currently lying in her RNP giving me a total WTF look because I put socks on her little icicle hands. She seems to think I've invented a new game because she's wide awake and smiley. GO TO SLEEP!
My husband forgot to record the football game today so I had to call my BFF to find out what happened. It was not good. So luckily for H I no longer want to punch him in the face. (I did threaten to punch him in the face.)
My husband forgot to record the football game today so I had to call my BFF to find out what happened. It was not good. So luckily for H I no longer want to punch him in the face. (I did threaten to punch him in the face.)
My husband forgot to record the football game today so I had to call my BFF to find out what happened. It was not good. So luckily for H I no longer want to punch him in the face. (I did threaten to punch him in the face.)
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.
Do it.
One of the moms on April 2012 did this recently and when her husband texted her to see if she was coming back; she told him she wasn't sure.
She's pretty much my hero.
I should have. I fell asleep on the couch at like 9pm instead.
@ pippa and I had a movie viewing "party" and I will admit to reading the 1st book which picks up where the movie ends. I have the second one downloaded. I blame my obsessive personality :-)