i found sandals on ebay that i've been looking for for 5 years. for $3.00
Dude...SCORE! Picture?
My randoms: -I skipped the gym today because I wanted to go home and stalk the front door in case my Kindle Fire shows up today. The estimated delivery date is tomorrow, but I'm impatient like that.
-My dog decided to whine incessantly from approx 2am-245am. Why? She wanted to go eat junebugs in the backyard. Apparently, she thought making me stand on the deck while she hunted bugs was a GREAT birthday present. Ugh.
-Thank the 8lb 6oz baby Jesus, SIL and her boyfriend are on their way back to DC. This visit was fairly uneventful (meaning no repeats of Thanksgiving) but damn it feels good to have the house to ourselves again.
This is a real confession: I've been bad about taking my BCP on time and am terrified that I might be pg. I'm still EBF and haven't had a period yet, so there's nothing to be 'late' from, as well as no reassurance that I'm not KU.
I'm too scared to take a test which I realize is totally irrational and immature.
I don't want to be one of Those Women who's KU'd within 6 months PP.
On the other hand, you make beautiful children, so the human race sort of needs you. My FB suggests that everyone *thinks* their kids are adorable, but not everyone is right about that.
Thanks
I'm OK with having another child and so is H, I just really really don't want it to be right now. And I'm not at all enthusiastic about the idea of going through another pregnancy at the moment.
Somebody please tell me about how exclusive breastfeeding is such a great contraceptive. Please.
Aw, you're sweet. And yes, we def need to to lunch again soon. I'm working a conference this week and then being sent to LA on Weds next week, but maybe beginning of next week?
And yea, that's some bullshit. I got a call from DC last week because DD stubbed her toe and it was bleeding. I'm like uhh, do you guys have some bandaids....? ha.
My random is that this morning in our weekly office meeting, I mentioned that I was out sick on Friday and needed to reschedule a meeting, and my boss piped in and was like "yes we're both sick with the same thing, but don't anyone get any ideas- I was in Madison this weekend!!". I'm just sitting there like WTF. Did he just say that in front of the entire office? Yea. He did.
what does that even mean? I mean ... was he quashing possible rumors? I'm drawing a blank here. Even though, it's obviously something that shouldn't be said. Holy awkward.
Yea, I was a little lost and looking like this . The fact that he's usually very professional and appropriate made it 10x more awkward. I'm going to give him the benefit of the doubt and blame it on the dayquil. He went home sick right after. Oy.
My only vent is that I feel I am constantly busy. I never have any down time to just "be", you know? I have been working long hours, trying to get to the gym on a regular basis, keep the house in somewhat order and take care of the dog/cats. Then our weekends have been booked pretty much solid for the last few weeks, and will be for the next couple weeks. Which means the little time I am home on the weekend I am running around doing laundry ect.
The stuff we are doing on the weekends is not bad - in fact a lot of it is fun. But I just want a break.
On a happier note, I got the new Nook Simple Tough GlowLight and I LOVE it. I had the old original Nook and was sick of burning through booklights/booklight batteries. The glow is the awesome.
I'm irrationally pissed about the lack of variety and choice for boys clothes and shoes vs girls. I've been trying to find summer-y dress shoes for my kids for over a month and there is not one single store in my entire metro area that carries them. And definitely no store with 2 shoes in the same size. Boys have the choice of: gym shoes, sandals, crocs and black winter-y dress shoes. That's it. Then I turn around and see sixteenbajillion rows of all kinds of shoes for girls. It's ridiculous. Over the weekend I was at the mall and one store there literally had 12 racks of girls clothes and ONE for boys. And that one rack also sold board games so it wasn't even a full rack. If I had a travel soapbox I would have pulled it out and started yelling like a crazy drunk rapture preacher.
If it makes you feel any better, despite the sixteenbajillion girls things, I still have the damnedest time finding something in BabyLiu's size, not fug as hell and not pink. I feel like I'm asking the impossible.
I am so fucking sick of my life. I feel like it's the same dang thing every day. I need to get a job. I am terrified to get a job, which is hampering my efforts to get a job. I can't stand the thought that I'm dependent on my H for everything (I know, I know, but it would still be nice to feel like I'm contributing to the household. Especially since he is picking up as much OT has he can).
I'm bored. I'm bored with the health bullshit, I'm bored with the shit I do at circuit court, I'm bored with my day to day, I'm bored of my mom's fucking constant whining....and I can't see past any of that boredom to when things will be different. Blah.
Boring.
I've got nothing but huge ::HUGS::, empathy, and dittos for you right now, g.
My vent is pretty damn similar. I'm really tired of these health issues and I'm really FUCKING tired of the trial and error with meds. I need to get a job (no, for realz NEED to get a job), I'm still having family issues, and everything is just seeming...well...hopeless on this particular day.
So whine away, lady - I find it's much easier with an actual glass of wine in hand, though.
Maybe this goes in the heat thread, but it's supposed to be over 100 here today, and I'm jonesing for soup for lunch because my office is so damn cold.
WTF is going on around here? Colorado has NO business being this hot, especially in June. NONE.
Maybe this goes in the heat thread, but it's supposed to be over 100 here today, and I'm jonesing for soup for lunch because my office is so damn cold.
WTF is going on around here? Colorado has NO business being this hot, especially in June. NONE.
I don't know, but I'm convinced the Mayans were right about the end of the world. My tiger lillies are blooming, and I don't see those until late July.
My vent: Our HOA is a bunch of pussies. Almost every other day they send an email 'reminding' residents not to park their cars on the streets, and to please park them in their driveways or garages, because "Our neighborhood is a beautiful neighborhood and we like to keep it maintained as such". Stop fucking calling out the streets - namely mine - where people are violating the fucking covenant and fine them.
My husband has started taking pictures of the people on our street that are violating this. And when it comes time to pay our dues, we are going to send all the pictures and emails, and ask them why exactly we should pay the HOA dues.
Maybe this goes in the heat thread, but it's supposed to be over 100 here today, and I'm jonesing for soup for lunch because my office is so damn cold.
WTF is going on around here? Colorado has NO business being this hot, especially in June. NONE.
Preach on. It was 91 at 10:30. WTF? I'm getting super pissed that it's too damn hot send the kids outside.
I am so fucking sick of my life. I feel like it's the same dang thing every day. I need to get a job. I am terrified to get a job, which is hampering my efforts to get a job. I can't stand the thought that I'm dependent on my H for everything (I know, I know, but it would still be nice to feel like I'm contributing to the household. Especially since he is picking up as much OT has he can).
I'm bored. I'm bored with the health bullshit, I'm bored with the shit I do at circuit court, I'm bored with my day to day, I'm bored of my mom's fucking constant whining....and I can't see past any of that boredom to when things will be different. Blah.
Boring.
I was in your shoes (minus the health issues) a few years ago and it suuuucked. When I got a new job my mental health improved dramatically, so I get it. Chin up.
My vent: I think I'm suffering from pp anxiety. Not depression, but I'm becoming a hypochondriac and I'm petrified of SIDS. I'm hoping a therapist will help, I'd like o avoid drugs while bfing.
My vent: I think I'm suffering from pp anxiety. Not depression, but I'm becoming a hypochondriac and I'm petrified of SIDS. I'm hoping a therapist will help, I'd like o avoid drugs while bfing.
((hugs)) I've been there. It's kind of embarrassing to admit, but I was obsessed with SIDS when SST was a newborn. I thought about it all.the.time and I read it about it online all the time, which of course just made my anxiety about it even worse. She barely ever slept, which I took as a sign that something was wrong, and when she finally did sleep, I couldn't sleep because I thought that meant something was wrong too. And of course, the ONLY way she would sleep was on her tummy, which is obviously something you're not supposed to do. And then I thought that my anxiety was some kind of sign or omen that something awful was going to happen, which obviously fed into it too. Clearly nothing did as she is now nearly 4 years old and perfectly healthy. GL - I hope therapy is helpful.
MH is working late today (as in it is after 6 and he isn't home and may not be home for hours). I am covered in hives. Our house is a disaster b/c we were out of town this past weekend (visiting his family, mind you) and as soon as we got home, he carried stuff in and just dumped it in the family room because we got in late last night. On top of that, the kids got into all of it any time I left the goddamn room today. So it's everywhere b/c I had no time or will or energy to get it put away today. Anything I do makes me feel hot, which makes my hives itch worse, b/c it's like 1 zillion degrees outside and my husband tortures me with keeping our a/c set high, which generally does not bother me. Except when I have hives.
I took both of them w/ me to the doctor today, which also sucked my will to live and used up about all of the energy I had to deal with them today.
I just want to curl up in a ball and wake up in a month. Maybe two.
AND FUCK IT ALL, I'm ordering pizza for dinner. I just fucking burnt dinner b/c I can't cook to save my goddamn life.
MH is working late today (as in it is after 6 and he isn't home and may not be home for hours). I am covered in hives. Our house is a disaster b/c we were out of town this past weekend (visiting his family, mind you) and as soon as we got home, he carried stuff in and just dumped it in the family room because we got in late last night. On top of that, the kids got into all of it any time I left the goddamn room today. So it's everywhere b/c I had no time or will or energy to get it put away today. Anything I do makes me feel hot, which makes my hives itch worse, b/c it's like 1 zillion degrees outside and my husband tortures me with keeping our a/c set high, which generally does not bother me. Except when I have hives.
I took both of them w/ me to the doctor today, which also sucked my will to live and used up about all of the energy I had to deal with them today.
I just want to curl up in a ball and wake up in a month. Maybe two.
AND FUCK IT ALL, I'm ordering pizza for dinner. I just fucking burnt dinner b/c I can't cook to save my goddamn life.
"Not gonna lie; I kind of keep expecting you to post one day that you threw down on someone who clearly had no idea that today was NOT THEIR DAY." ~dontcallmeshirley
MH is working late today (as in it is after 6 and he isn't home and may not be home for hours). I am covered in hives. Our house is a disaster b/c we were out of town this past weekend (visiting his family, mind you) and as soon as we got home, he carried stuff in and just dumped it in the family room because we got in late last night. On top of that, the kids got into all of it any time I left the goddamn room today. So it's everywhere b/c I had no time or will or energy to get it put away today. Anything I do makes me feel hot, which makes my hives itch worse, b/c it's like 1 zillion degrees outside and my husband tortures me with keeping our a/c set high, which generally does not bother me. Except when I have hives.
I took both of them w/ me to the doctor today, which also sucked my will to live and used up about all of the energy I had to deal with them today.
I just want to curl up in a ball and wake up in a month. Maybe two.
AND FUCK IT ALL, I'm ordering pizza for dinner. I just fucking burnt dinner b/c I can't cook to save my goddamn life.
pizza is delicious, eclairs. delicious.
And if you order it right, it can cover all the food groups.
MH is working late today (as in it is after 6 and he isn't home and may not be home for hours). I am covered in hives. Our house is a disaster b/c we were out of town this past weekend (visiting his family, mind you) and as soon as we got home, he carried stuff in and just dumped it in the family room because we got in late last night. On top of that, the kids got into all of it any time I left the goddamn room today. So it's everywhere b/c I had no time or will or energy to get it put away today. Anything I do makes me feel hot, which makes my hives itch worse, b/c it's like 1 zillion degrees outside and my husband tortures me with keeping our a/c set high, which generally does not bother me. Except when I have hives.
I took both of them w/ me to the doctor today, which also sucked my will to live and used up about all of the energy I had to deal with them today.
I just want to curl up in a ball and wake up in a month. Maybe two.
AND FUCK IT ALL, I'm ordering pizza for dinner. I just fucking burnt dinner b/c I can't cook to save my goddamn life.
Does he lock the thermostat? If not, turn it down dangit.
It's just generally something I leave to him b/c he designs HVAC units and does testing on the energy efficiency of them in homes - he's always messing with ours to make it more efficient and doing crap to the duct work. Back when we were first married, we had some test version of a thermostat that his old company gave him and it was really complicated, so as a result, I've rarely been one to touch the thermostat b/c I could never figure out how to use the old one. In fact, I had to go looking for the thermostat today b/c I had no idea where it was - luckily, the one we have now is very simple and easy to use.
And the pizza was delicious. Then I bribed the kids with popsicles so I could indulge in some ice cream w/out them up my ass.
I feel better now. Plus it's 15 minutes until bedtime... today can end anytime now. The Bachelorette and some wine is calling my name.
The "Mr. Big" of my life (so cliche, I know, but it's the best way to describe him) lives just a few houses down around the corner from me. Shit. Now I can't walk my dogs without makeup on.
Post by basilosaurus on Jun 18, 2012 18:57:04 GMT -5
My sister doesn't know what's good for her. She's already soliciting feedback on baby names. Really, it shouldn't matter to her if I don't like the name Ruby because she was a prissy character in Anne of Avonlea who died of consumption. She's such a people pleaser that she'll actually listen to other people's opinions.
I feel like crap. Head hurts, body hurts, I'm tired, etc, etc, etc. DH is OOT (has been since Friday) and doesn't get back until late tomorrow night. My kids have watched TV all day, and I just want it to be bedtime. My kitchen's a wreck, I have no desire to fix dinner, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Like eclaires we were OOT all weekend and our house looks like something exploded (with our crap.). It's ridiculous and is H cleaning it while I feed the baby? No he's playing on facebook.
Confession: I have an ergo, baby bjorn, ring sling and moby. The only one I can use is the bjorn. I can't do the ergo by myself, I can't get the moby secure enough to actually wear it out of the house, and the ring sling is a lost cause. Sigh. It's so embarrassing that I have all these carriers and can only use one.
AW: I joined a moms group today with women with newborns in my neighborhood. This is an AW bc usually I'm not very good at being social and meeting new people etc, so it was a big stretch for me to go. But it was nice to chat with other new mom's.
Post by laurenpetro on Jun 18, 2012 20:45:47 GMT -5
OSU, the sandals are nothing to speak of at all. they're actually the same ones as the ones i got in Venice 9 years ago on my honeymoon and i literally wore them to death:
ok, here's my confession, and it's probably going to be considered mean, but i'm watching the HBO documentary about dogs and i am freaked the fuck out. the first part is about aggressive dogs that attack people (specifically one family whose dogs were involved in several attacks).
the part i'm watching now is about loss and i am laughing my fucking ass off. there was a support group for people who have lost pets and some of those people are complete freaks. a bunch were completely normal people who were very obviously grieving and i felt badly for them, but holy shit. and then they have the people who cloned their dog. whatthemotherfuck.