I'm kicking this off. I don't think I'll survive this drive back from Memphis to DC. We got in the car an HOUR ago and have gone nowhere. First DH tried to take the faster way and had to double back because the fast way has no food and no one has eaten. Didn't listen to me when I told him to take the road with food on it. So we go to McDonalds but DH refuses to eat mcdonalds. We stop at Krispy Kreme because we don't have them up where we are and apparently that's better for you than McDonalds. THEN he stops at Checkers because the donuts are for LATER and he needs lunch. Shit is slow as hell in the south and this has taken us an HOUR. To top it off, DH shot some guns with his redneck cousins on the fourth and didn't wear ear protection so he can't hear a fucking thing anyone says to him. I wish I had learned how to drive a stick shift. I would kill DH, dump his body and drive his stupid jeep home.
Now the baby is crying and we have gone maybe 10 miles in the last hour. RAGE.
Baby is asleep, everyone has peed, we are headed east on I-40 and have a little less than 6 hours to our hotel in Knoxville. I'm going to try to relax but I'm rereading GOT and I'm at the point where the shit hits the fan so hopefully it doesn't push me over the edge.
Post by karmasabiotch on Jul 6, 2013 13:54:18 GMT -5
I've finally started watching this past season of Mad Men. That makes me happy.
J got his arm stuck between the glass panes on the sliding doors at Target. The door jammed and I had to pull his arm out and BEFORE they would give me ice I had to fill out an accident report. Seriously?
Post by margotmacomber on Jul 6, 2013 14:13:43 GMT -5
I am actually dreading our party tonight because of stupid racist BIL. If he says something bad I will die a thousand deaths of embarrassment. Like, my stomach hurts thinking about it. I would tell them it's cancelled but SIL is coming specifically to see my sister (we're all really close) and they are only in town for a few more days. Today is SIL's only off day before they leave.
BUT the house is almost clean and DD will be headed to MIL's soon. I'm about to pop open a beer and try to relax.
Post by chickadee77 on Jul 6, 2013 14:49:18 GMT -5
My H is being a dick today. He's warding off a gout attack, so I know he's in a lot of pain, but as I was driving him home (he can't drive when he's having an attack), he nitpicked every.damn.thing I did on the road. You're going too fast. Slow down. Get around this guy. Why can't you just stay in one lane.
Finally, I told him through clenched teeth to lay off, and he brings up the only other time I said that (about four years ago?) and he saw an unmarked but didn't say anything. The unmarked pulled a u-turn and pulled me over for going 59 in a 55. I mean, really? Who doesn't point out a damned cop when you're driving through Indiana with out-of-state plates?
I'm still pissed at him for being a dick today and bringing that up, on top of it, like he's somehow in the right. Rage.
Post by ElizabethBennet on Jul 6, 2013 14:50:37 GMT -5
I didn't fall asleep till 330 last night. I hate insomnia.
We took D to see Despicable Me 2 today and she loved it. Especially the minions, or corn as she likes to call them lol. Now we are home for naps and then we're going out to dinner with friends tonight. Today is a good day
Today was my first day TOTALLY alone with BOTH kids. I DID IT and it wasn't awful. We got out of the house in the morning and out for lunch, even. Then when we got home the power was out (so no netflix) and Henry decided not to nap, but I STILL DID IT.
Everyone is alive and happy and not staring drooling at the TV.
I am actually dreading our party tonight because of stupid racist BIL. If he says something bad I will die a thousand deaths of embarrassment. Like, my stomach hurts thinking about it. I would tell them it's cancelled but SIL is coming specifically to see my sister (we're all really close) and they are only in town for a few more days. Today is SIL's only off day before they leave.
BUT the house is almost clean and DD will be headed to MIL's soon. I'm about to pop open a beer and try to relax.
Both of my kids are spending the night with MIL. H went to the beach with his friends. I will be blissfully alone until tomorrow morning. There will be wine and pizza with whatever I want on it! No cartoons on my TV. And sweet, sweet silence :-)
This baby clearly doesn't know that the way out is DOWN. Not out my side!
She keeps trying to push farther and farther to the right, as if she thinks she's getting to my back. It fucking hurts. Yesterday I put my hand there to block it and she kept punching my hand.
This baby clearly doesn't know that the way out is DOWN. Not out my side!
She keeps trying to push farther and farther to the right, as if she thinks she's getting to my back. It fucking hurts. Yesterday I put my hand there to block it and she kept punching my hand.
It's been nearly six years and I can still remember exactly how it felt when DS 1 did that for weeks at a time. DS 2 didn't really try it much, but OMG, it took months for my ribs to feel normal again after my first was born.
My random: DS 2 woke up at 4:00 this morning, didn't nap, and is now buzzing around the house like an insane person. H went OOT today, so I'm basically just counting the minutes until dinner and bedtime.
I downloaded a new book on my Nook today and spent the afternoon reading. It was awesome. I also love that it clouded over a few hours ago. This morning was so hot and muggy and the sun disappearing really lowered the temp and now there's a nice breeze. I don't want it to rain but I love that it LOOKS like it's going to rain LOL.
When H is off tonight, we're going to an outdoor block party thing at a bar by the river, which should be fun. I actually feel like I've acted my age the past few weekends since we've gone out almost every weekend night and stayed out past ten LOL.
There aren't many things more horrifying than the smell of liquefied rotting potatoes.
TRUTH. This happened to me once years ago. One escaped the bag unnoticed and proceeded to rot in the bottom of the pantry. It basically turned into a pool of black nasty liquid and the smell was UNEARTHLY. Seriously horrifying. Like you'd think there were decaying bodies in there or something.
No fucking joke. I'd forgotten there were a couple left in the bag at the bottom of the pantry. I picked up the bag and black splooge blorted out all over the floor... it smelled like infected bowel.
This baby clearly doesn't know that the way out is DOWN. Not out my side!
She keeps trying to push farther and farther to the right, as if she thinks she's getting to my back. It fucking hurts. Yesterday I put my hand there to block it and she kept punching my hand.
It's been nearly six years and I can still remember exactly how it felt when DS 1 did that for weeks at a time. DS 2 didn't really try it much, but OMG, it took months for my ribs to feel normal again after my first was born.
My random: DS 2 woke up at 4:00 this morning, didn't nap, and is now buzzing around the house like an insane person. H went OOT today, so I'm basically just counting the minutes until dinner and bedtime.
She will not stop doing it. It drives me crazy!
A rib on my right side is literally sticking out more than the same rib on the left. I had my H look and feel to make sure I wasn't crazy. It freaked him out.
She was solidly breech (butt down legs by her head) but I think she's more transverse now.