I'm sitting here crying because dh's company holiday party is tomorrow and we aren't going. I work and he didn't give me the date in time to switch a shift We didn't get a babysitter for DD I don't have anything to wear to it (semi formal) I feel like a fat sausage and my feet and legs would probably swell anyways I can't drink my way through it And he emailed me a copy of the menu I won't even open because their spreads are amazing and they have awesome prizes at the raffles And he's all "share in my misery" and I'm all "you didn't give me the date for the party till last week don't make me feel guilty"
I'm sitting here crying because dh's company holiday party is tomorrow and we aren't going. I work and he didn't give me the date in time to switch a shift We didn't get a babysitter for DD I don't have anything to wear to it (semi formal) I feel like a fat sausage and my feet and legs would probably swell anyways I can't drink my way through it And he emailed me a copy of the menu I won't even open because their spreads are amazing and they have awesome prizes at the raffles And he's all "share in my misery" and I'm all "you didn't give me the date for the party till last week don't make me feel guilty"
I'm sitting here crying because dh's company holiday party is tomorrow and we aren't going. I work and he didn't give me the date in time to switch a shift We didn't get a babysitter for DD I don't have anything to wear to it (semi formal) I feel like a fat sausage and my feet and legs would probably swell anyways I can't drink my way through it And he emailed me a copy of the menu I won't even open because their spreads are amazing and they have awesome prizes at the raffles And he's all "share in my misery" and I'm all "you didn't give me the date for the party till last week don't make me feel guilty"
Sounds to me like you've earned the right to an interrupted bath tomorrow while your DH watches DD and thinks about what he's done.
Post by SassyPants150 on Jan 16, 2015 13:03:22 GMT -5
Why are store bought taco shells always half broken when you open the box? Fuck you taco shells. That shit needs a clear cellophane front so you can see what you're getting before getting home and being disappointed.
reginaphalange I say if you have the energy, go for it. Wish I did. My to do list is 1.5 miles long, and my willpower/motivation switch is rusted in the "off" position.
I'm sitting here crying because dh's company holiday party is tomorrow and we aren't going. I work and he didn't give me the date in time to switch a shift We didn't get a babysitter for DD I don't have anything to wear to it (semi formal) I feel like a fat sausage and my feet and legs would probably swell anyways I can't drink my way through it And he emailed me a copy of the menu I won't even open because their spreads are amazing and they have awesome prizes at the raffles And he's all "share in my misery" and I'm all "you didn't give me the date for the party till last week don't make me feel guilty"
So this goes along with my FFFC.. But.. I took a shower and decided I would get in a better mood, I would even shave my lady garden, and then go attack DH. Because he mentioned he would make happy before going fishing. I get out of the shower and he is fully dressed, fishing stuff set by the door, and anxiously waiting to go. Get the fuck out of my house DH. UGHHHHHHHH.
Honestly, you should text him sexy, horny statements throughout the day so he comes home super randy and in the mood. Then turn around and be too tired or something and not give him any. REVENGE IS SWEET!!!
Post by lauranicole91 on Jan 16, 2015 13:24:38 GMT -5
I'm sitting here trying to mentally prepare myself for my appt today. I have no idea if my lab results are in but I'm sitting here highlighting important key factors about ICP in these medical journals I printed out. I am shaking with nerves. I've decided to hold off my speech if the test results aren't in yet, so we will see.
Reading through everything and frantically highlighting stuff like "ICP is a condition with a possible lethal outcome for the unborn child if not handled with care." is not fun.
Add in the normal stress that an anatomy scan brings to anyone, I am a hot mess.
I'm sitting here trying to mentally prepare myself for my appt today. I have no idea if my lab results are in but I'm sitting here highlighting important key factors about ICP in these medical journals I printed out. I am shaking with nerves. I've decided to hold off my speech if the test results aren't in yet, so we will see.
Reading through everything and frantically highlighting stuff like "ICP is a condition with a possible lethal outcome for the unborn child if not handled with care." is not fun.
Add in the normal stress that an anatomy scan brings to anyone, I am a hot mess.
Speaking of people waltzing into homes that aren't theirs, I had a strange man walk into my off-campus apartment in college. He was from a halfway house down the block (We had no clue it was there when we signed the lease. Should've known the price was too good!) It was pretty scary. He came in to tell me my headlights were still on...they stay on for like 20 seconds before automatically turning off. It took a lot to get him to leave, and then a couple nights later he cornered me outside my car around 11pm and wouldn't let me in the apartment. He said I owed him a favor for the headlights thing and he wanted me to drive him out of town. What was really scary is I didn't have the "fight or flight" reflex...it was more like "legs turn to mush and I can't move". I still get the heebie jeebies thinking about that night. eek
Speaking of people waltzing into homes that aren't theirs, I had a strange man walk into my off-campus apartment in college. He was from a halfway house down the block (We had no clue it was there when we signed the lease. Should've known the price was too good!) It was pretty scary. He came in to tell me my headlights were still on...they stay on for like 20 seconds before automatically turning off. It took a lot to get him to leave, and then a couple nights later he cornered me outside my car around 11pm and wouldn't let me in the apartment. He said I owed him a favor for the headlights thing and he wanted me to drive him out of town. What was really scary is I didn't have the "fight or flight" reflex...it was more like "legs turn to mush and I can't move". I still get the heebie jeebies thinking about that night. eek
That's the stuff of nightmares. And why I take my big dog everywhere with me at night.
Speaking of people waltzing into homes that aren't theirs, I had a strange man walk into my off-campus apartment in college. He was from a halfway house down the block (We had no clue it was there when we signed the lease. Should've known the price was too good!) It was pretty scary. He came in to tell me my headlights were still on...they stay on for like 20 seconds before automatically turning off. It took a lot to get him to leave, and then a couple nights later he cornered me outside my car around 11pm and wouldn't let me in the apartment. He said I owed him a favor for the headlights thing and he wanted me to drive him out of town. What was really scary is I didn't have the "fight or flight" reflex...it was more like "legs turn to mush and I can't move". I still get the heebie jeebies thinking about that night. eek
OMG. No. Just no. I'm surprised you ever went out alone after that. How much longer did you have to stay in that house? Was it a bunch of girls living there with you? If that were the case I think it's really inappropriate the landlord/apartment manager didn't at least warn you about the halfway house so you ladies would know to be careful. I'm not at all saying people in halfway houses are bad, just when people are transitioning back into society, it can be hard not to fall back into old and potentially dangerous habits.
Post by lauranicole91 on Jan 16, 2015 13:42:21 GMT -5
Thank you all! Y'all are amazing! I'll be sure to update when I get a chance. I have to go to work shortly after my appt so I'm not sure if I'll be able to get back to y'all right away, so don't freak out over the possible silence!
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