I hate visit days, I feel like they are a waste of time. OMG, the slowness of my slowest child, grrrr. My wife got home at midnight and was watching videos on her phone and trying to talk to me until 2am. She obviously wasn't thinking about me having to wake up at 6am.
I am visiting family in a really remote are and it is pretty damn boring. And my dog and the cat that lives here don't really get along. And my wife is still in California so I am dealing with this all by myself.
This move continues to suck. Spending money we don't really have: suck. Staying with family for a month to avoid further costs: suck. Being apart from S for 6 months: suck. Taking care of the dog myself: suck. Stress of relocating across the country in general: suck. Stress of starting graduate school: suck.
I can't seem to shake whatever sickness this is. Most of my congestion is mostly gone, but my head is POUNDING and I have this dry cough that kept me up most of the night. I had to go in early this morning for a presentation (which ended up being a waste of time) and decided to leave and come home at 9:45am. I can't even tell you the last time I left work sick.
Our cats and their persistent peeing problems. Just when you think they are stopping, it ramps up again. Sigh.
2ww driving me batshit crazy. The prospect of 2 months off if this fails is killing me, especially when my wife and I aren't totally on the same page as to which cycles need to be skipped. I f-ing hate dealing with insurance and the idea of a zillion more possibly denied claims is maddening. And the whole Celiac test thing is just a big load of WTF, did I need more stress.
I'm hardcore trying to diet again, which just sucks. Why can't I be a person who can maintain a weight without counting every single f-ing calorie? I need to wrap my head around the fact that I may need to count calories for the rest of my life and it just makes me mad.
It's pouring rain, I haven't achieved anything at work this week, and we have an audit in 2 weeks that I'm nowhere near ready for. I want to hibernate in my office but that would make me a crappy supervisor. My workers have all kinds of personal drama that I feel bad for them about, but I just don't want it to be my problem too anymore.
My evening commute makes me want to poke my eyeballs out. I drive less than 15 miles and it takes me about an hour and fifteen minutes. There is a 1-block long street that has always been a bottle neck on the drive. Well, the brilliant city planner people just decided to repaint the lines and cut it down from 2 driving lanes to 1 driving lane, a bike lane (that connects to NOTHING!), and street parking. Traffic already backs up for like half a mile to get on to this stupid street, and they decided to reduce the number of lanes?
My MIL is coming to "watch" Pumpkin for a few hours today so we can pack. Which is only the second time she has in 9 months. And I should be thankful. But, last time she came she critized parenting choices (like cloth diapers) and left a mess--thanks for feeding him, but could you put the bottle in the kitchen, or wipe the high chair off.... And came to ask me or Lori for help 17 times.
After deciding Zucchini was coming camping on Monday, I ordered a car top carrier from amazon. Paid extra for "one day shipping" It's now been nearly 48 hours, and the most important thing I want to do while MIL is here is pack the car!!! Amazon and UPS better get their acts together.
I will feel better as soon as the car is packed. And better yet once we've been on the road an hour (so hopefully 5 am tomorrow, I will breathe a sigh of relief
*And butterfly---visit days are a huge waste of time! What should be a "two hour visit" always ends up taking half of my day. (well, they are coming to pick the kids up at 1:30, so we are kind of stuck home after lunch... then you come back at 4:30, in a wierd mood, too little time to do much before dinner.)
Post by never2amazing on Aug 1, 2012 14:08:41 GMT -5
I have spent most of today waiting for the cable guy and talking to the stairlift representative. I can't f-ing believe we bought a house that my Mom can't visit us tomorrow if she wanted. We need to either add a shower downstairs or buy a stairlift...for which we do not have the money. I am really feeling guilty.
Post by tattooedmeegs on Aug 1, 2012 14:27:16 GMT -5
Even thought Gwen is signed up for this coming school year at her daycare, and I thought we were set until finding her a preschool program for NEXT fall, Trav has suddenly gotten a bee in his bonnet over looking at new places for starting sooner. I was a bit annoyed over being put on the spot about it, but now that annoyance has blossomed into full blown "I don't want to fuckin deal with this right now..." since he looked at the school I was really excited about and nixed it perfunctorily due to money. I knew it was a little expensive, but I was hoping it was something we could swing, and am just annoyed that it was dismissed without discussion.
I'm just so overwhelmed with the whole process. It's irrationally hard for me to think about transferring her from the daycare she's love so much, that she's been at since she was just 3 months old. They have taken such amazing care of her, and she adores the people there. I know it needs to be done though, so I was prepared for doing it... just not right now. And yeah, I'm going to be really picky about where we send her next since I'd really like to keep her there through kindergarten at least, and maybe even the first few years of primary school. Not to mention, I just worry about sending her somewhere only to find out that I don't like their teaching methods or their handling of situations requiring discipline. I worry about taking her away from her friend Dominic, that she's been with since she was 6 months old. And from what I've seen, we just don't have a ton of good options around.
Gah. I just wish I could google "perfect daycare for Gwen" and have one link come up, and have that be it.
I can't f-ing believe we bought a house that my Mom can't visit us tomorrow if she wanted. ... I am really feeling guilty.
1. My wife hates our new house. The one we bent over backwards to buy, and which is pretty much my dream house (well, in our price range at least). 2. I hate that I can't be happy about this awesome new thing (house) because my wife isn't happy. I am frustrated she let us buy a house she doesn't like. 3. I have huge issues about moments of happiness being ripped away from me. Especially when it is potential happiness about something we both worked really hard to achieve.
I don't quite understand how to do time reporting at my new job yet, and spent an hour on my timesheet last night, only to have the website decide I'd taken too long and time out without saving any of my work. Had to entirely recreate it, and spent two hours on it. All overtime, of course.
I have some mental health stuff going on that is basically too scary for me to be able to talk about. (Scary to me, not scary in the psychiatric emergency sense) I have a psych eval on September 12th. I'm so mad I'm still dealing with all this 13+ years since I first entered treatment.
I'm worried about the implications of the mental health stuff for babymaking. I keep asking C if we are crazy to be continuing to do this right now, she assures me everything will be okay. I wish I could believe her.
*And butterfly---visit days are a huge waste of time! What should be a "two hour visit" always ends up taking half of my day. (well, they are coming to pick the kids up at 1:30, so we are kind of stuck home after lunch... then you come back at 4:30, in a wierd mood, too little time to do much before dinner.)
I actually supervise the visits and feel like their mom could care less about being there, it's a waste of our time.