I'm done, overwhelmed, anxious and exhausted. The last 3 weeks at work have been murder! Errors, malfunctions shitstorms (literally), moving woes, whining, emergency meetings, paranoia about heads rolling and the list goes on and on. I had to work all weekend and my house is a pig-stye!
I can't wait until Friday and I'm disconnecting from the world. I have appointments for massage, facial, mani and pedi. I should probably get my hair done too.
Phew! I'm running low on Xanax.
This is temporary it will pass. So I know many if you out there have even bigger vents. Put them here.
Still more of the testing bull shit I posted about yesterday. I'm exhausted. Like my eyes are slamming shut. And my brain feels like it has been fried. I wish I smoked cigarettes so I could get a pack. but last time I smoked one, I puked. so that's no good.
I need a mani and a pedi, but that's not happening in the foreseeable future.
I do have a date night planned on friday to see a movie with H though, so that's something to look forward to
I have to return a maul to xh. I have very, very seriously considered throwing it through his windsheild and being like, here's your fucking maul, asshole.
How much trouble would I actually get into for that? It would only be a misdemeanor, right? Would I even need a lawyer? I'd just go ahead and plead guilty. Can I ask for PBJ on my own? Even if I had to pay him for a new windsheild, I think it might be worth it.
Post by ginandjucie24 on May 1, 2013 14:12:04 GMT -5
My mom came over for a visit yesterday and wore way too much perfume I can still smell it. It was not a scent she usually wears, I like the perfume she usually wears and after she leaves I can smell it and say aww it's smells like my mom in here. This stuff just stinks.
It seems we'll never have enough (just this week, we're actually okay -- not great, we save very little, but we save). But when I think about all the stuff we need -- new filters for the vacuums (which are like $30 each, wtf), the boys need shirts and shorts and probably another pair of shoes, Jake needs new shoes b/c his are old and his knee started bothering him, we just had to buy a microwave b/c ours crapped out, etc. -- I get completely overwhelmed. Again, it's stupid, b/c we eat well and we have enough to live. But it's still stressful.
And yeah. $30 makes a huge difference right now.
On top of the job crap I've gone through the past week I'm spent. I want to crawl in a hole and hide with my babies. Jake can come if he brings chocolate.
It's been so long since I've started birth control that I don't remember how long this initial cramping/bleeding lasts. I was on my period when I started and this is the 3rd week of pills. Make it stop!!
I took them for the first time in two years in November I think for a big old cyst. Because of said cyst I bled for 28 days straight.
My complaint is about the state of my bowels. I don't know what this kid is doing but there is A LOT of pain. It is not okay.
Post by amberatkins on May 1, 2013 14:28:23 GMT -5
DH is working nonstop and pulling all-nighters and shit. He's exhausted. He's doing very little around the house and is cranky a lot. I'm exhausted. DS1 just does NOT have an off switch and he wants to play games (e.g. "Mama, okay, pretend I am a baby turtle hatching from my egg and when I hatch you take me to the police station. I will live there and be the police turtle, like a police dog. Okay? Mama? Okay?") from the very second he wakes up in the morning. DS2 fought me going down for his nap for 45 minutes today - kicking, screaming, throwing stuffed animals and books, climbing out of bed.
OMG I forgot about your shitstorm and that just made me laugh.
I'm supposed to have dinner with the inlaws (including extended family) tonight. I'm on the fence about whether or not to go.
I actually don't have much to complain about at the moment. Just finished another work project, got all the medical/application stuff nailed down by noon. I'm pretty good right now.
I'm truly amazed at your view. I guess we all need to live in the present a little more.
Sorry fuckstick. It is hard to do the role reversal but its only a fraction of all they did for us. Hang in there.
Someone I've been emailing with all day has been consistently calling me by a nickname I don't like. It's annoying. And my coworker, despite my headphones and clear focus on my computer screen, keeps trying to talk to me. SHUT UP, coworker. Shut up.
My mom came over for a visit yesterday and wore way too much perfume I can still smell it. It was not a scent she usually wears, I like the perfume she usually wears and after she leaves I can smell it and say aww it's smells like my mom in here. This stuff just stinks.
This happens EVERY.FREAKING.TIME my family comes over. They're like a horde of fumes. H runs around febreezing everything after they leave.
Post by AHappierHour on May 1, 2013 14:37:33 GMT -5
I just spent the last 3 hours deep cleaning the family room and kitchen. I'm exhausted. I moved couches, wiped down every surface and the walls. Now I need to clean and organize the loving room and pool table (my catch all spot) and I just don't want to buy I'm so sick of living in a messy house.
I left E's speech therapy appointment in tears. I struggle watching him not want to interact with the therapist. I feel like such a shitty parent because of it all. She kept working with him and trying to get him to say the words or make the sign for the thing and he wanted absolutely nothing to do with any of it. I hate this. It makes me feel like I'm not cut out to be a mom at all.
It really is. My mother has had the most unbelievable horror story of a life as it was and now this? Fuck I just want to make all the bad shit go away for her. She deserves some peace and happiness for once in her life.
And people always say you never truly realize just how much your parents sacrifice and do for you until you have kids of your own...
then how come my fuckface of a brother who has a son of his own, seems unable or unwilling to realize that he is unfairly placing blame on my mom without hearing ANY of her side of the story. How can he be so fucking blind and compassionless, and me, the youngest without kids and not even married, is the one trying to find a semblance of reason and mediation and empathy in all this shitstorm.
I'm not sure how much men go through the same realization after having kids. Plus we are also more sensitive to those things in general. It sucks to care.
I just spent the last 3 hours deep cleaning the family room and kitchen. I'm exhausted. I moved couches, wiped down every surface and the walls. Now I need to clean and organize the loving room and pool table (my catch all spot) and I just don't want to buy I'm so sick of living in a messy house.
I feel like such a shit for even venting here because holy shit she's been/is dealing with worse!
I hate this.
In order to help take care of her, you have to take care of yourself. And if that means relying on your internet stranger friends, then by golly do it. I'm not clear on the back story but big hugs to you and I hope your momma gets through this.
I just spent the last 3 hours deep cleaning the family room and kitchen. I'm exhausted. I moved couches, wiped down every surface and the walls. Now I need to clean and organize the loving room and pool table (my catch all spot) and I just don't want to buy I'm so sick of living in a messy house.
I have to return a maul to xh. I have very, very seriously considered throwing it through his windsheild and being like, here's your fucking maul, asshole.
How much trouble would I actually get into for that? It would only be a misdemeanor, right? Would I even need a lawyer? I'd just go ahead and plead guilty. Can I ask for PBJ on my own? Even if I had to pay him for a new windsheild, I think it might be worth it.
Throw it throught the window of the house. THat you are still paying on :-).