My kitchen is a disaster. It hasn't been cleaned up since Tuesday. This was my first week back to school and I have been so exhausted when I get home (thanks 1st tri!) that I can barely function. Today is supposed to be my day to clean but I woke up feeling very shaky and weak. I thought I just needed to eat but B and I just ate breakfast and I'm still not feeling great. I just want to lay on the couch. My parents are coming over later to watch football so I wanted to be done cleaning by then, but it may not happen. Ugh.
H and I had it out this morning about a house project that was his idea but I'm supposed to magically know how to do...and he's working most of the day... So Max and I over at my parent's house, and I'm enjoying the morning with a mimosa while Max blows bubbles on the deck. I'm not doing his damn project, especially since he was such an ass about it.
In sure we'll both be over it by tonight, but I fully plan on laziness today.
Post by thedahliharpa on Aug 30, 2014 9:11:43 GMT -5
D still watches monkey videos on YouTube. She loves this one with the song
"B.aby Monkey B.aby monkey, ridin' on a pig b.aby monkey".
We all sing it now and she likes to mix it up and insert other names "Baby sissy, baby sissy...". She started in with "baby papa..." And DH joined in "Baby papa, ridin' on a mama.."
I had one of those weird dreams where my husband was really mean and hateful to me and I was really mad at the world and it was just really weird and stressful. I woke up in a bad mood and it's still bugging me and I have to remind myself that it wasn't real so I'm not a bitch to H. He would never say/do those things and neither would my friends so I'm not sure why I had dreams about it. I can tell it's going to linger with me all day. Ugh.
Post by lauranicole91 on Aug 30, 2014 9:39:44 GMT -5
Tmi random. I just sat down to take a poo at work. And as soon as a sat down my manager knocked on the door the restroom. "Restroom check, anyone in here?" I called out "yup". Now he is likely hovering around the bathroom entrance waiting for it to be empty so he can actually so his restroom check. So I'll make the walk of shame here in a few minutes.
So now that we are in NH everyone I see riding motorcycles are without helmets. What is wrong with people! Riding a motorcycle at 70mph with no helmet? Aaaaah
So now that we are in NH everyone I see riding motorcycles are without helmets. What is wrong with people! Riding a motorcycle at 70mph with no helmet? Aaaaah
Omg last time I went to VT I saw ppl stopping to remove helmets at the state border. WHYYYYYYYYYYY?
Aaaand he's peed on the floor through his underwear. Twice in a row.
Stick with it! It is super frustrating but he will get it. Keep reminding him wet undies are yucky and praise him every so often for still having dry undies! We went through probably 10 pairs of underwear the first day
Post by DaphneStrauss on Aug 30, 2014 10:48:46 GMT -5
We canceled our trip to our cottage this weekend because it's supposed to storm there all weekend. And we need a break from H's family, we spent so much time with them this summer. It's so nice not to have to clean and pack. This morning we went for a walk and got croissants, I love lazy weekends with no plans!
So now that we are in NH everyone I see riding motorcycles are without helmets. What is wrong with people! Riding a motorcycle at 70mph with no helmet? Aaaaah
My 2-week-old was happily nursing and sleeping early this morning while G woke up at 5-something and made sure everyone else was awake too. Thank goodness I was able to sneak upstairs to nurse A and crawl back under the covers for a few more minutes.
ETA - of the name. I have no issue with the child.
Like on Hey Dude!
Oh my god! I LOVED her! She wore a dress in one episode, green satin and black velvet I think? As a child, that was ALWAYS the dress I pretended to wear for my prom, wedding, and any other pretend event. Now I need to find a picture of that dress in all it's late 80's glory.
Still don't like the name for the girl in his class, though.
Post by TrudyCampbell on Aug 30, 2014 11:03:48 GMT -5
My husbands name is Brad and he was always self conscious growing up because he thought it was a girl's name because of Hey Dude. He's Bradford though.
My husbands name is Brad and he was always self conscious growing up because he thought it was a girl's name because of Hey Dude. He's Bradford though.
My H's name is brad and he's self conscious of it because the snobby jerks in movies seem to be named brad.