Post by shamrockshake on Sept 11, 2016 8:51:26 GMT -5
There is so much I want to get accomplished today. It's the first weakened day that's not sweltering hot and we have no plans, and there is so much outside work that needs to get done. I don't feel like getting off the couch
Part of me wants to do something really fun and different with the boys today because it's (hopefully) our last weekend without H home. The other part is exhausted from six months of solo parenting and would be perfectly happy to do nothing more exciting that grocery shopping and meal prep today. Decisions, decisions.
Post by themysteriouswife on Sept 11, 2016 9:21:14 GMT -5
Allie has been up less than 30 min. She has proceeded to argue with us over everything, yell at Myles, fall, and just be damn obnoxious. I think vodka with my OJ is needed.
I talked with my husband about the massive MMM thread. It's a continuation of a conversation we have throughout our marriage. I want less talking and more concrete steps.
We have a full day of kid activities and preparing for vacation. Which is exhausting but good. Also, should keep me off of social media. I hate social media on 9/11.
Post by W.T.Faulkner on Sept 11, 2016 9:33:48 GMT -5
One of my best friends got married yesterday. I was the maid of honor.
She lost her brother to leukemia less than a year ago, and it has been the darkest year of her life. Her wedding was in the church where they had her brother's funeral, and his boutonnière was on a table where he should have sat. I talked to him a lot in my head yesterday, asking him to keep the day perfect for her.
He did. Even though we all felt his absence, she still was able to feel pure joy and love. The day was as perfect as it could be, and she loved my toast, and I just feel so incredibly lucky to know and love someone like her. And him! I love her husband (!) too. He cried at my toast, and then I ugly cried when his 6'2 250-lb self bear hugged me. lol
I am obviously full of emotions and fatigue. It was a beautiful day.
Ds had a friend sleepover last night, spur of the moment kind of thing with a younger kid in the neighborhood. The 2 of them are irritating me beyond belief. Especially the kid who isn't mine. i get the kid is a bit younger than DS, 1st vs 3rd grade, but the age difference didn't used to be so obvious. Some of the questions he comes up with, lord. I didn't get enough sleep to deal with this. And I can't find the coffee I'm sure'I bought on my last grocery store trip.
I made H get up with the baby. I just woke up. It's already 11! I haven't slept this late in ages. I could seriously roll back over and go to sleep, but I kind of feel like I should get up and interact with the family we're visiting.
DS is doing this yammer yelling thing when he's pissed off about something. It is fucking hilarious. I've smiled every time I've heard it today even though it's what's been prematurely waking me up from sleeping in.
Me, too, Cville. Running conversation at great length with my H this weekend. Heavy on my mind, and I'm appreciative to everyone who helped me understand.
We are going to a birthday party for our little buddy with neuroblastoma today. 3 years old and NED right now! So excited about this.
I am so angry that my body feels like it is on fire. I want to jump out of my skin. GM fired a cook yesterday, and cut him his final check. He accidentally sent out a scanned copy of the check to the entire employee mail list instead of just HR. I make the same amount as this guy. A line cook. Whatever, so what right?
I make 70% of the menu, between scratch made pasta, dessert, and bread, in addition to all of the side prep work I pick up.
They were moving me over to "learn the line," and I thought it was a promotion to sous. No. It's just them filling the position while trying to save money. No raise for me. J says I have to stand up for myself. And I do. I really do. I'm hurt that I'm expected to KOKO and take on more work without being compensated. I'm hurt that they don't value me any more than just a cook.
J said its about the bottom line and they didn't do anything wrong as a business. And I guess I know that. But fuck. I feel used.
One of my best friends got married yesterday. I was the maid of honor.
She lost her brother to leukemia less than a year ago, and it has been the darkest year of her life. Her wedding was in the church where they had her brother's funeral, and his boutonnière was on a table where he should have sat. I talked to him a lot in my head yesterday, asking him to keep the day perfect for her.
He did. Even though we all felt his absence, she still was able to feel pure joy and love. The day was as perfect as it could be, and she loved my toast, and I just feel so incredibly lucky to know and love someone like her. And him! I love her husband (!) too. He cried at my toast, and then I ugly cried when his 6'2 250-lb self bear hugged me. lol
I am obviously full of emotions and fatigue. It was a beautiful day.
I'm so fucking tired I could collapse.
well shit, now I'm crying.
sorry, boo. I cried like 12 times yesterday so it's fine. LOL
I don't want to get out of bed today. My cousins are visiting the Pentagon Memorial and on one hand I wish I could be there, on the other it's easier to avoid all the tributes and reminders. I don't know if it's pregnancy hormones or because it's the 15th anniversary but I'm really struggling this year.
Post by mrsukyankee on Sept 11, 2016 10:44:31 GMT -5
My H got drunk last night (all day drinking) and I did not sleep well last night due to his snoring/massive body movement while sleeping. Darn him. And he keeps trying to tell me the same stories he told me last night as I drove him home (we were both at our sports club - I played hockey, his cricket match was cancelled - thus the all day drinking). I keep telling him to shut it. At least it's been a quiet and relaxing day.
I'm probably going to unfriend a good amount of people based on their "9-11 thank you god for our freedom, hey black guy - stand up and respect that song" posts.
I'm probably going to unfriend a good amount of people based on their "9-11 thank you god for our freedom, hey black guy - stand up and respect that song" posts.
I hate social media today. It seems worse than normal when you combine a milestone anniversary + an extremely divisive election year.
We took advantage of lower temps and humidity and took the pups to the off-leash dog park for a 2 mile walk and some swimming. That resulted in the need for a bath. We're going to a local arts festival this afternoon. The house is filthy (I wish my husband would take the initiative to clean while I'm out of town...) and we need groceries, but I want to take advantage of the nice day.
Post by FastHands on Sept 11, 2016 12:05:09 GMT -5
DS has been delightful this weekend, until he decided to hit me while we were reading before nap, so I threw his ass in the crib and walked out. I planned on going back in and letting him apologize and at least sing him a song, but he passed the fuck out too quickly, lol.
I really want to lay on the couch and do nothing, but I'm going to force myself to go do yardwork instead.
Post by nursewife on Sept 11, 2016 12:31:48 GMT -5
We went to church for the first time in ages. I want to get going back to church, so it was a welcome change. It killed me though to not see my bestie's parents sitting in their spot this morning. It's not going to feel right when it's just her mom sitting there when she feels up to returning to church. I'm so pissed at God for taking such a wonderful person so young.
SIL came and picked us up from the shore this morning, and now we're at my in-laws' so H can watch the game with FIL. We rented a car and have it until next weekend, but I'm hoping it doesn't take that long to fix ours.
I like my job, but I am dreading going back to work tomorrow. I just don't want to. I tried to get as much done as possible before I left, but I know I'm going to go back to a ton of crap.
I'm trying to solve the mystery of sofia's lost water bottle. We went on a road trip last Monday, and while we were oot I bought her a good quality thermos water bottle. I put it in a bag with road trip snacks for the trip home, and now it's missing. The boys still have their water bottles (we bought all three kids bottles at the same time), sofia's is straight up missing.
It's driving me insane that I can't find it! That is her second thermos water bottle, and she lost both. Kid is now getting the $2.50 Rubbermaid box thing because she can't take care of her shit. I'm actually mad, lol.
I'm such a mean mom today. Watching my kid "ride" his bike. Omg. I wish dh would get home so I could hide in my bedroom for a bit. Why is it so hard for my 8 year old to peddle?? We've been working on this for years. Years I tell you. I am at least keeping the criticism tommyself and just trying to shout encouragement from time to time but damn.