Yawn I came in for first shift because of some meetings. Little one is rolling around inside of me a lot.
Starbucks took 15 minutes at 5 am to make a passion tea lemonade and a chonga bagel. I think someone must have called in sick. There was only 1 girl working the window and she looked a little frazzled so I was like she is having a worse time than I.
Today I am just working and I have 40 lbs of ground beef coming in (thanks LL(?) and Zaycon!), also am going to get my pump, stop by nordstrom rack and Chik-fil-a for some lemonade.
Yawn I came in for first shift because of some meetings. Little one is rolling around inside of me a lot.
Starbucks took 15 minutes at 5 am to make a passion tea lemonade and a chonga bagel. I think someone must have called in sick. There was only 1 girl working the window and she looked a little frazzled so I was like she is having a worse time than I.
Today I am just working and I have 40 lbs of ground beef coming in (thanks LL(?) and Zaycon!), also am going to get my pump, stop by nordstrom rack and Chik-fil-a for some lemonade and a cookie.
Morning. Nothing on my schedule today. Thank god. Finished the new HP book last night. SOOOOO Goood!! New pole class tomorrow, 4 week series, working on floor work. So excited. Friday chiro. Nothing Saturday and Sunday is the M's game!!! Wheee!!
Might have my nephew tonight and tomorrow if my sister goes out of town. Still up in the air.
Post by georgeharrison on Aug 3, 2016 10:51:29 GMT -5
sotally tober, um, dumb about the job thing. What the heck is the hold up?
spa, are you to the point of being annoyed with the movement? I got there, asked the doc what I could do to get him to move less. He just laughed at me. But, man do look back so fondly of all that movement.
Friday is my "day off" this week, so today is my Thursday, I guess. I am out of K-cups and my work has the grottiest coffee in the whole world, so I make the one block trek to Drip City and have quite a treat: 16 oz Americano with Irish Creme and a splash of non-fat. Yummo.
I did a dumb thing yesterday. I thought I was being awesome, and then afterwards realized I was being reckless. Tman was home alone yesterday. He has about 5 days this summer where he's home alone. I don't worry about him much. But then yesterday, I got the idea that it would be cool to order pizza for him. You guys, I sent a stranger to my door and told Tman to answer...and he was home alone. What if the delivery guy was a bad guy? Ugh. Stupid, Emma! We do have two big dogs, so if the guy was bad, he would have had to kill both dogs to hurt Tman, but still. STUPID. Of course Tman thought I was the greatest ever for doing it, but NOT SMART, Mama...not smart. Thank the Lord that everything turned out fine.
My house is a mess. You guys, I'm am SO SICK of feeling like the only one that contributes at home. I'm losing it. I ask Tman to clean up after himself, and he will when I asked, but I am sick of James not doing stuff. And I don't think that I should have to ASK him to do stuff that's obvious. The sink is full of dishes...wash them! There is crap (not literally) all over the livingroom, straighten it up. We have had this discussion a million times. THIS, you guys, THIS RIGHT HERE is why I don't want to work and pretty much refuse to work full-time. I know you guys roll your eyes at me for this, but if you knew the imbalance of at home stuff, you would better understand.
sotally tober , um, dumb about the job thing. What the heck is the hold up?
spa , are you to the point of being annoyed with the movement? I got there, asked the doc what I could do to get him to move less. He just laughed at me. But, man do look back so fondly of all that movement.
Friday is my "day off" this week, so today is my Thursday, I guess. I am out of K-cups and my work has the grottiest coffee in the whole world, so I make the one block trek to Drip City and have quite a treat: 16 oz Americano with Irish Creme and a splash of non-fat. Yummo.
I did a dumb thing yesterday. I thought I was being awesome, and then afterwards realized I was being reckless. Tman was home alone yesterday. He has about 5 days this summer where he's home alone. I don't worry about him much. But then yesterday, I got the idea that it would be cool to order pizza for him. You guys, I sent a stranger to my door and told Tman to answer...and he was home alone. What if the delivery guy was a bad guy? Ugh. Stupid, Emma! We do have two big dogs, so if the guy was bad, he would have had to kill both dogs to hurt Tman, but still. STUPID. Of course Tman thought I was the greatest ever for doing it, but NOT SMART, Mama...not smart. Thank the Lord that everything turned out fine.
My house is a mess. You guys, I'm am SO SICK of feeling like the only one that contributes at home. I'm losing it. I ask Tman to clean up after himself, and he will when I asked, but I am sick of James not doing stuff. And I don't think that I should have to ASK him to do stuff that's obvious. The sink is full of dishes...wash them! There is crap (not literally) all over the livingroom, straighten it up. We have had this discussion a million times. THIS, you guys, THIS RIGHT HERE is why I don't want to work and pretty much refuse to work full-time. I know you guys roll your eyes at me for this, but if you knew the imbalance of at home stuff, you would better understand.
WRT the bolded. I know you are protective, but really pizza delivery drivers typically arent in the habit of taking jobs just to see if kids are home and kidnap them or break into homes. You were being awesome.
sotally tober , um, dumb about the job thing. What the heck is the hold up?
spa , are you to the point of being annoyed with the movement? I got there, asked the doc what I could do to get him to move less. He just laughed at me. But, man do look back so fondly of all that movement.
Friday is my "day off" this week, so today is my Thursday, I guess. I am out of K-cups and my work has the grottiest coffee in the whole world, so I make the one block trek to Drip City and have quite a treat: 16 oz Americano with Irish Creme and a splash of non-fat. Yummo.
I did a dumb thing yesterday. I thought I was being awesome, and then afterwards realized I was being reckless. Tman was home alone yesterday. He has about 5 days this summer where he's home alone. I don't worry about him much. But then yesterday, I got the idea that it would be cool to order pizza for him. You guys, I sent a stranger to my door and told Tman to answer...and he was home alone. What if the delivery guy was a bad guy? Ugh. Stupid, Emma! We do have two big dogs, so if the guy was bad, he would have had to kill both dogs to hurt Tman, but still. STUPID. Of course Tman thought I was the greatest ever for doing it, but NOT SMART, Mama...not smart. Thank the Lord that everything turned out fine.
My house is a mess. You guys, I'm am SO SICK of feeling like the only one that contributes at home. I'm losing it. I ask Tman to clean up after himself, and he will when I asked, but I am sick of James not doing stuff. And I don't think that I should have to ASK him to do stuff that's obvious. The sink is full of dishes...wash them! There is crap (not literally) all over the livingroom, straighten it up. We have had this discussion a million times. THIS, you guys, THIS RIGHT HERE is why I don't want to work and pretty much refuse to work full-time. I know you guys roll your eyes at me for this, but if you knew the imbalance of at home stuff, you would better understand.
WRT the bolded. I know you are protective, but really pizza delivery drivers typically arent in the habit of taking jobs just to see if kids are home and kidnap them or break into homes. You were being awesome.
Thank you. I honestly try to balance the crazy mama bear with (feined) super breezy cool mom.
WRT the bolded. I know you are protective, but really pizza delivery drivers typically arent in the habit of taking jobs just to see if kids are home and kidnap them or break into homes. You were being awesome.
Thank you. I honestly try to balance the crazy mama bear with (feined) super breezy cool mom.
I totally get it. I live with anxiety and sometimes just the thought of things that can go wrong ANYWHERE scares the shit out of me.
I mean really pizza delivery fine.. now if you hired some rando on CL to deliver it... then you have full cause to worry
georgeharrison , I go back and forth. I am like aww he is moving he is alive... to f----------- stop and go to bed.
sotally tober , cookies are a given. I am definitely going to get cookies!
That's how I was. My doc told me that most people ask him how to get the baby to move more, and I was the opposite. But how amazing that feeling is!
Also, just to comfort you a little bit, my guy was an awesome sleeper after he was born, so your baby wriggling around in there so much doesn't mean he's going to be up all night forever.
I had to make an apt to take Old Man Pitty in to the vet again tomorrow. He's been limping on and off for the last 2 or so weeks. We think he gets better then all of a sudden he is back to not using his leg at all or limping. Its causing me mass anxiety so I finally scheduled to take him back in or have H take him back in as the vets office is still a sensitive spot from Red Hound. I'm just hoping its a sprain or something that he isn't giving a chance to rest and not something more serious. Not sure I can handle more serious.
Besides that not much going on around these parts. Just trying to get back in the swing of having apts everyday.
I was so damn exhausted that I had to break my rule last night and get a coke to sip on during class because I was yawning and about to shut down by 7:15. I know that must have contributed to my super-crap sleep last night. I didn't start dreaming until probably 4 or 5ish but while they weren't peaceful, they weren't exactly upsetting, but I was actually anxious, hyper, oversugared in my dream (complete with wiggly legs and stuff) followed by feeling a physical adrenalin surge. I could barely get moving, was like a zombie in the shower, then felt woozy and went downstairs to make a glass of EmergenC and had to email in to work and go back to bed. I only sort of dozed but mostly just lied there feeling weird. Then started getting a headache and fell asleep. Made it in to work around 1pm. Hoping the doctor calls with good news about changing insurance's mind. I can't keep on like this so will pay out of pocket if that's what ends up being necessary. The more exhausted I get, the more my depression starts creeping back so it's a bad game of chicken I don't want to play.
Counseling tonight and h is going to help paint the tifo for the Sounders.
Post by picksthemusic on Aug 3, 2016 16:40:40 GMT -5
Hey guys!
I had meetings in Seattle today, so I had to drive a lot. It's only once a month, though, so it's not too bad.
I have a sore throat right now and nothing is helping (tea, water). I'm worried strep might be creeping up or a cold, neither of which do I need or want right now.
We're also trying to plan birthday parties for the kids - UGH. It's fun and exciting, but it's just more to do and more with family and I just need an effing break.