Post by karmasabiotch on Apr 2, 2013 8:55:54 GMT -5
Yesterday was the seasons anniversary of my Mim's death. I was so sick that I think it made the day easier. I'm starting to feel better today. I hope to voyage out of the house tomorrow in search of fun for J.
I realized I need to cut out my use of NyQuil by the handful as a way to fall asleep because a few nights ago I had an entire conversation with sister and don't remember it. I'm not addicted to it but have become dependent on it to sleep. I hate insomnia. I also do t want to need someone's liver in a few years so its a pretty easy choice.
I'm looking forward to my haircut tomorrow. I'm trying to decide if I should dye it a different color after I get it chopped, or stay with what I have now.
I just found out last night that my cousin is pregnant. She's 20 weeks along and I just found out because I had her blocked on FB for posting asinine crap at some point. I'm judging her because she has a habit of bouncing from boyfriend to boyfriend and now she's pregnant by the one she's had for less than a year. At least thats what I'm telling myself so that I don't have to admit that I'm having A Sad that both she and her twin who are younger than me have babies now.
I've been putting off making some appointments for like two weeks. Procrastination at its finest. I really need to make them and get them over with. :/
vicky - I'd be so pissed. It's hard enough to get motivated to exercise, so how about a little support?
My random is that I am still not feeling well but there's too much to do at work and I can't afford to miss another day. Plus, I had volunteered to help with something here tonight so I will be here until around 9 p.m.
Post by walterismydog on Apr 2, 2013 9:06:30 GMT -5
I'm no longer puking, but my abs/body aches so badly I want to crawl back in bed.
I instituted Clean and Sober April on myself. Clean eating, no drinking. The eating part is going to be fine. The drinking part is going to be a challenge since that's ALL my friends do to socialize. Hermit month.
I cut 6 inches off my hair. I like it, but I don't. She layered it and I just do not like layers on myself. It feels like a mullet/mushroom (it really doesn't look that way, but it just FEELS that way). I also specifically told her that I am usually a wash/wear type and not great at styling my own hair and I needed something that didn't need to be styled all the time. Nope, this has to be styled daily in order to not look like shit. Oh well. Hair grows. It does look nice when it's styled, so that's something.
H and I got back around 9 last night after driving to SC to be at a friend's funeral.
I had every intention of going back right after the service to be at a meeting last night and as soon as I saw my friend there and we hugged, I knew I wouldn't be back for work.
And I'm so glad we stayed. H and I took her out for a drink after the service and she and I talked and cried and she told me how she bathed her husband before they turned off the machines.
Going and staying wasn't really the responsible thing to do, but it was the right thing to do. I'm still kind of raw, but I'm back at work and I'm glad we went
The boys are in and out of this mama phase, which is flattering and heartbreaking. Gabe would just prefer me if I was in the room but didn't get too upset if I left. He's sort of over it now. But Marc, omg. Every time I leave for work, or even if I leave the room at the wrong moment, it's "mamamamama" all sob by like I hate it. I'm torn between indulging and trying to break him of it. But distractions haven't been working.
In the mornings when I leave for work I just high tail it out of there because I know it's better/easier for him and the nanny overall. But I mean the room leaving, I don't know how much to indulge that.
Also, even though I know in a week Gabe will be in Marc's position and getting all the attention, it was the SADDEST thing this morning to see Gabe just sitting patiently in his chair, watching the action as I tried to maneuver a coat on with a clingy Marc and a worried nanny he got an extra hug and kiss.
It shows you need sleep puddle, today is Tuesday. Hugs
Alzi, you did a lot for such a new baby. If you sit in your couch watching tv while the baby is attached to you the rest of the day you'll be just fine. No need to do anything else.
My hubby is going to a bachelor party in Vegas this weekend. They are doing white water rafting. I'm more scared of that than Vegas. DH will be the one they lose as he'll be the first one to pass out drunk because he doesn't pace himself :/
Post by sparkythelawyer on Apr 2, 2013 9:42:56 GMT -5
I don't know if it is food poisoning, a bug, or this IBS the doc thinks I might have a touch of, but my stomach is freakin Woofy this morning. Woof. Ugh. TMI, but seriously, this GI issue is giving me my very own ring of fire. Ugh.
Oh and I tried to "joke" Jake by telling him I was getting beef hooves (which our grocery really was selling) instead of chicken but it didn't work because he pissed me off mid-joke.
I think my texts back to him look a little *twirls fingers and whistles*
My usually really good sleeper has no slept well the last two nights. I don't know if it's because we're staying at my mom's house until our house is done, if it's teething, or if he's getting sick but the poor little guy is miserable and it's breaking my heart. We've been at my mom's since Wednesday though and he slept fine up until Sunday night so I'm not sure if that's it or not. At one point last night I just sat and cried with him because I just don't know what else to do for him.
I'm working on about 6 hours of sleep between Sunday night and last night. I'm tired. It's gonna be a long day.
On a happy note, my stove gets here tomorrow and our counter tops will be installed on Thursday so maybe, just maybe, there will be enough done in my house that the kids and I can move in this weekend. I feel like I haven't seen my husband in years. He's been staying at the new house instead of at my mom's so he can work on the house late. I miss him.
Sleep is non existent anymore. Yay for the last stretch when everything goes to shit! Lol. With that, my lower back/butt/thighs have started to seriously hurt.
I'm watching spongebob square pants. This show is ridiculous.
toledo, he claims he wasn't being spiteful. Idk. I didn't think there was anything going on. He was being a baby. I called him out on it. He didn't like being called out on it.
He's also working the evening shift today and is exceptionally pissy because of it.
I have an interview for a temp agency on Thursday. I'm off from school on Thursday and Fridays, and done with classes at 11:20 every other day. I'd prefer data entry, but I know because I have so much experience with DD clients, they're going to give me over to that side of the company. I'd be able to gain more hours working with the DD clients, but, I just had such a bad experience with my last job.
DH has the "man cold" and is worried about me going into labor while he is so sick. I told him it was probably allergies and to suck it up, but he scheduled a doctor's appointment and it was actually the start of bronchitis the doctor told him this morning. Whoops, should have felt a little more sorry for him but he has gone to the doctor more during my pregnancy than the last five years!
H just ruined my run and put me in a sour mood. I didn't even finish running.
It's too cold and windy to run outside today so I was running on the treadmill. He had shitty annoy crap on the tv and after 15 minutes of me getting more and more annoyed I asked him to change it. H laughed at me and basically was like "lol nope" so I said I'd finish my run later. He pouts and changes puts on the dvr to something he knows I dislike and when I call him out on it he cussed at me. We don't cuss at each other. We may curse like sailors, but not at each other. So I was like fine, got off the treadmill and I was going to run in place upstairs just to finish out my c25k day. He comes upstairs, argues with me some more and I go back downstairs to try and finish my run down there.
The asshole folded up and put the treadmill away - knowing full well I won't use it if its put away because i struggle with taking it out. I called him spiteful and he's like no, I put it away every day. I, again, call him out on his shit and tell him he doesn't. And he's like "lol no almost everyday" Almost is not everyday dick. You put it away when it suits you.
So there's my petty annoyance, but I'm really angry and too angry to finish my run. I'm about to take a Xanax and call it a day.
These things all add up to a ball-smashable offense. Fuck that noise!
I'm convinced my supervisor doesn't actually read my emails. She's asked me 3 questions in 3 different emails that I had already answered in the previous email. omg.
I'm toying with the idea of not telling my mom when I go in for lithotrispy. I know it's immature of me but she really hurt my feelings yesterday when she called me irresponsible and said I was being selfish. I'm also not talking to her until she apologizes.
There are 4 geese outside our window fighting. The constant honking is driving me bonkers.
Post by nancybotwin on Apr 2, 2013 10:35:40 GMT -5
Today is four months since DS was delivered still. My due date is in 2 weeks. I wish, more than anything, that I were 9 months pregnant and awaiting my maternity leave.
DS is not adjusting well to the new baby, and DH is driving me nuts.
(ransoms can include random vents, right?)
we don't have much of a morning routine for DS because we've never needed one. Except that today, it took two hours to get him out of the house, most of which was spent negotiating every.fucking.thing with DH. I finally lost my shit and said that I was going to carry DS out to the car, to school, with no shoes. dH was all, "would you just let me handle this?" So I yelled at him that he wasn't actually handling anything, gave him a dirty look, and sulked out of the room. 20 minutes later, they were out the door with no fewer tears than we'd already suffered.
I can't wait until I have an office. Right now H works in our office upstairs, and I work downstairs on the kitchen table. It works okay, but I do get irritated when he comes downstairs and just starts talking to me. Or lays down on the couch right behind me. I mean, logically I know I can't commandeer the entire first floor, since I'm also right next to the kitchen, but I dislike being interrupted constantly. I never go in "his" office and just sit down and hang out, LOL.