I feel like I spend half my time trying to get medicine into my kid with his recent asthma issues. Nebulizer requires Daniel Tiger on TV and elaborate praise, Singulair gets mixed in applesauce and airplaned in, Prednisone gets forcibly syringed in while someone holds him down (but not in nice clothes because he'll spit it back at you), Qvar inhaler is okay but only if mommy, daddy, Mickey, and Woody do it first. We gave up on generic Zyrtec until I can get to the store for the fancy name brand the doctor swears tastes better. Then he requests "chest medicine" aka Babyganics fake Vicks and "teeth nummies" aka Advil. Oh, and don't forget the eczema lotion and Aquaphor after all that.
Related: it's much harder giving up (most) alcohol the second pregnancy.
I puked on Friday, driving to the American Girl Store, on I-45, in the rain. Like I literally puked while I was driving. Into a sweatshirt, because it was all I had. I was slightly proud that it wasn't in my lap. 5 minutes later I realized it hadn't all made it to my sweatshirt. Awesome.
I just had to take a Zofran at 11 o'clock at night, which feels like a total waste. But it was either that or feel miserable and not sleep.
DD is having a hard time of me being in the hospital. I'm fully aware of this. And yet, I still did this. H walks in with the two of them, they sit down. The baby drops a cup and DD1 picks it up. I then ask her if she could hand me a bottle of water because I can't lift it and she had a COMPLETE meltdown about how she has to doooo eeeeevrything and pick up eeeeevrything and I told H that maybe they should leave now. Like I had literally not a pinch of patience for this poor child. I still feel bad.
My family dinner was yesterday. C plus puppy = adorable. C got a bowl-a-rama from my brother; now we need to stock up in D batteries regularly,sigh. Wish us luck at the local kids museum today, where C will finally see Santa; hoping my foot will tolerate a sneaker for a few hrs.
IIOY was it you that taught your kids that advertising was just companies trying to trick kids into thinking they wanted something (or something similar to that)? If so, please teach me. My kid is apparently very suggestible to TV commercials.
Yes. I also have them believing that anything made in China is probably crap. They inspect the labels on stuff all the time now and inform me if something was made in China. I've managed to turn my kids into elderly, cranky, Buick-driving men.
DD is having a hard time of me being in the hospital. I'm fully aware of this. And yet, I still did this. H walks in with the two of them, they sit down. The baby drops a cup and DD1 picks it up. I then ask her if she could hand me a bottle of water because I can't lift it and she had a COMPLETE meltdown about how she has to doooo eeeeevrything and pick up eeeeevrything and I told H that maybe they should leave now. Like I had literally not a pinch of patience for this poor child. I still feel bad.
It happens, ttt
Whoa, whoa, whoa. You had every RIGHT to do this. No guilt, lady. This is temporary. Kids are resilient--but you're not harming her, anyway. She had a meltdown, and you didn't entertain it. Which is a good thing.
of course, I've said to my children when they complain that they have to do everything, "welcome to my world."
(((Hugs)))). But no guilt for taking care of you. None.
I told you about the time I screamed so long and hard at DD in a public parking lot that I lost my voice, right? That is the closest I've ever come to hitting my child. I was completely enraged and just lost it. She was 5 or 6.
Here, we can do this like the shitty wife thread. Shitty mom, stepping up to the plate:
One time, PTS refused to get dressed for school. Would not take her pajamas off so that I could put her clothes on. She'd been throwing her little temper tantrum for a good twenty minutes just making things difficult and she'd gotten to the spaghetti legs part where I would try to stand her up so that i could get her pajama pants off of her and she would just go limp and fall into a ball. If I tried to take the shirt off, she would hold her arms against herself so that I couldn't get it over her head.
So I did what any emotionally healthy mother would do.
I took a pair of fabric scissors and cut her pajamas off of her body. It seems kind of funny telling the story. But she was wrecked by it. I ruined her pajamas, I was mean and yelled at her. It was scary because I CUT HER CLOTHES OFF OF HER BODY. I think that was my lowest moment in parenting. DH actually called me abusive. So, yeah. Some days you will spend YEARS trying to make up for.
I don't know what I would have done in your shoes, but I guarantee it would have been terrible. Just thinking through that scenario kind of sends me into a blind rage.
Not being able to find clothes or shoes or refusing to get dressed are huge triggers for my rage. So we've definitely had some moments of bad parenting related to those. Lots of yelling and rage.
My random: I've been generally in a funk this holiday season. I've been faking it until I make it with the kids, doing all the things we usually do but I've just been stressed and tired. This weekend I'm starting to feel more into it, thankfully. I think two kids in school (class parties, etc.), late thanksgiving and all that we had to do the past month just was really overwhelming me and I never felt caught up and ready for all the holiday stuff I do with the kids. The house has been a disaster with traveling and my husband has been working a ton. But we are finally getting things in order and I've been able to truly enjoy the past few days of holiday stuff we planned (nothing big, but family movie night/pizza picnic while watching Christmas movies, fun things with our elves).