Sometimes in the shower I farmer snort to clear my nose.
Ok true story. For a long time, I was unable to do this - like physically incapable. But I had a cold once while backpacking with H (which later turned into a sinus infection, not the best trip really but I digress). Anyway, at a certain point he basically refused to keep stopping for tissue breaks and was all "YOU JUST NEED TO LEARN TO SNOT ROCKET LIKE A MAN." I was also running out of room for used tissues. it was dire.
Anyway. Scene: DH and I on the trail, me actively trying to snot rocket and him coaching me as to the way to do it properly.
FFFC: My H had to teach me to snot rocket. And then I did it 500,000 while hiking and still do it while hiking.
I gave up on UO when I came back this morning to over 100 new posts. Even though the conversation was interesting, it's so hard for me to follow with that many posts after a while.
DH and I successfully had sex last night for the first time since LO was born. It didn't hurt! It was only a little uncomfortable. The confession? We didn't use any BC so now I'm freaking out. I should know better.
I pick the babies nose. And I find it incredibly gratifying.
I'm obsessed with baby ear wax.
Another FFFC? I used a q-tip to clean LO's ears not too long ago. I only went along the outside, so it's not like I was rooting around in there or anything but still.
Mines dumb but I need to confess so I can stop caring. Ss mom has been babysitting a 3mo baby and I feel jealous of ss spending time with that baby over dd. He was telling me how he gives the baby lots of kisses and how pretty she is and how he loves her blue eyes. Why am I jealous about ss thinking another baby besides his sister is cute?! So fucking dumb. But true.
Another FFFC? I used a q-tip to clean LO's ears not too long ago. I only went along the outside, so it's not like I was rooting around in there or anything but still.
Someone gave me baby q tips at my shower so I've used them. It looked so bad that I couldn't just use a washcloth so I used the baby q tip.
I've been having a really hard time since my dad's stroke. He is such a different man, now. His language skills are now pretty terrible, he can barely walk without using a walker, but the hardest thing is that he doesn't seem to care about us (family) anymore. My dad and I have always had an amazing relationship. He even bought a house just 10 blocks away from us so he could be closer to us and his grandkids. Since his stroke, he has made zero effort to talk to me or see us. When I call or text, I get one word, basic answers. I also think he resents me for calling 911, because I honestly think he wishes he would have rather died from his stroke, than be trapped inside a body that doesn't work, unable to communicate as well as he understands things in his own head. My brother told me that about a week ago, my dad called him and asked him to come over to help him because he had fallen and was having a hard time getting back up. My brother was working two hours away so he wasn't able to and told him to call me. When my brother called back a half an hour later to check on him, my dad said he never called me because he knew that I would "just call 911". What the fuck, dad?
I forgot to add the confession part.
Anyway, I'm struggling because I don't want my dad to pass away and me regret not spending every single minute I could with him when I had the chance. But he is making it so hard to be around him, that I've sort of given up. I still call and text, but it's like he's just gone. An empty shell of who he used to be. It breaks my heart even being in the same room as him.
I want to preface this by saying I love my child more than anything in the world.
Knowing what I know now, I don't think I would have ever had kids. Or maybe waited a lot longer to have a kid.
Although, now that he's getting older and I'm getting more used to being a mom, that feeling isn't so strong, but it was hard for a long time.
Also, I wonder if my husband weren't such an ass if I would have felt this way.
I'm in a good relationship and have been a mom for almost 4 years now. I still have days where I think I should have waited or that I am too young for kids. It is what it is. I get frustrated, I wonder what if, but at the end of the day, my kids are the reason for me doing everything that I do and they make me a better person. Don't be too hard on yourself.
If it weren't for ss I never would have had kids. I wanted him to have siblings, and he showed me that all kids aren't brats. I'm so freakin grateful to him for that, because I'm obsessed with dd, and if it weren't for ss, she probably wouldn't be here.
I'm totes buying nail polish for my kid, like literally in another tab. And I'm going to post a picture of her piggies and tag theresat in it.
Haha. She never came back to clarify. We use nail polish on Layla and she loves it. What's the big deal? They even have toxic free nail polish called Piggy Paint and it's awesome
pnwlover12, I'm so sorry you're dealing with that. Is there a chance that he's still recovering and that he'll be closer to normal as the time passes? I know when my uncle had his stroke, it took at least a year for him to be normal again. Everyone and every situation is different though.
Maybe he's just frustrated that he's in this situation and it's a part of his grieving process to be angry. Are you able to talk to him about your feelings on the matter? Maybe if he knew how upset you were, he'd act differently towards you?
I've been having a really hard time since my dad's stroke. He is such a different man, now. His language skills are now pretty terrible, he can barely walk without using a walker, but the hardest thing is that he doesn't seem to care about us (family) anymore. My dad and I have always had an amazing relationship. He even bought a house just 10 blocks away from us so he could be closer to us and his grandkids. Since his stroke, he has made zero effort to talk to me or see us. When I call or text, I get one word, basic answers. I also think he resents me for calling 911, because I honestly think he wishes he would have rather died from his stroke, than be trapped inside a body that doesn't work, unable to communicate as well as he understands things in his own head. My brother told me that about a week ago, my dad called him and asked him to come over to help him because he had fallen and was having a hard time getting back up. My brother was working two hours away so he wasn't able to and told him to call me. When my brother called back a half an hour later to check on him, my dad said he never called me because he knew that I would "just call 911". What the fuck, dad?
I forgot to add the confession part.
Anyway, I'm struggling because I don't want my dad to pass away and me regret not spending every single minute I could with him when I had the chance. But he is making it so hard to be around him, that I've sort of given up. I still call and text, but it's like he's just gone. An empty shell of who he used to be. It breaks my heart even being in the same room as him.
fuck me you made me all teary eyed. I'm sorry friend. This has to be really hard. And what the fuck if he's blaming you then that is OUTRAGEOUS! You love him and you did the right thing. Have you confronted him at all? or do you think it would even matter?? Keep pushing on him. You shouldn't be made to feel guilty for caring.
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