So a couple of weeks ago, my vibrator decided to start making distractingly loud noises while in use, so I went online and ordered a new one. Being used to Prime shipping, I totally forgot about it because it took almost two weeks to arrive.
Fast forward to a couple of days ago, and J says I got a package. Of course the return address is vague, and I don't remember ordering anything, so I grab it and take it into the living room to open it. As soon as I rip the envelope open, I realize what it is, and have to put it up high real quick before Nugget got her little mitts on it. Of course, she saw the brightly colored object in the envelope and keeps yelling and reaching for it. J laughed his ass off.
M fell asleep on the ride home from the most hideous play date this morning.
H had a tantrum that lasted twenty five minutes and involved him (minorly) hurting a friend.
Despite it not being her fault it was such a shitty morning, I am taking it out on them both by putting them down for nap before noon. She isn't tired yet because of her car nap, but I don't care. I need them away from me. She's just crying.
Post by dancingsphinx22 on Apr 21, 2017 13:50:04 GMT -5
Yes to all of these confessions
rugger I specifically put on Harry Potter so that I can get things done/do nothing at all. I feel guilty sometimes
DH is trying to get me a side gig with the company he works for. It's just one event, it's easy, and will be good money, but it would mean spending a week at my in-laws.
Confession: I'm secretly wishing his company chooses to go with someone else.
I love my in-laws. But I love my space more.
Also, it's a pain in the ass to be at their house with the baby. It is not baby friendly at all. It's exhausting to have to basically sit on the baby so she doesn't get into anything/break something/hurt herself.
Last time we were there I pulled a penny from her mouth, I found a sewing pin on the floor, and they tried to feed her stale peeps.
Post by dramaphile on Apr 21, 2017 13:54:51 GMT -5
Aaaaaand I just discovered the jeans I wore to work today have a thigh rub hole, like a big one. I guess no one has noticed? Or is secretly snickering behind my back?
Oh, I have another. So, S started these weekly dinners at his parents' house to try and keep a closer relationship with everyone and so he didn't have to hear his dad constantly complain that he never sees anyone. For the most part, it's been good. We get to see his brother and brother's GF, his younger sister when she's in town, and the girls get to see their grandparents. But alas, they tend to cancel a lot, and FIL has once again started pushing away his own kids with his drama causing skewed sense of reality, always-right mentality, and unwillingness to change at all. So now SIL1 never wants to bring her kids around, SIL2 chooses to live out of state on college breaks, and now BIL doesn't want to talk to their dad at all. Awesome. Confession part: I want to support S's desire for keeping family close, but I really don't want to keep doing these family dinners when MIL is being flaky and FIL is driving away his own kids
rugger do YH & his brother/brother's gf enjoy the dinners? I wouldn't feel like dealing with that all the time either if it's unpleasant; I don't see why you couldn't stay home some of the weeks and send YH with or without the girls. I'm biased because we live away from family but every single week seems like a lot to me.
Yeah, they've enjoyed seeing everyone,I think. BIL even said if his dad apologized, he'd be fine going back. But that's unlikely. Maybe I'll suggest every other week. I dunno. The girls love seeing their grandma so much, but it's the only time they see her b/c we're not comfortable leaving them with her for an extended period of time and she flakes out a lot on meet ups
I picked the kids up from school and brought them to an empty playground so that I could read or play on my phone while they run around. They keep trying to tell me about their days and it's really annoying because I just want to sit and be quiet.
I let my kids watch tv so I can try to be productive without them coming to me every 15 seconds
Isn't that what tv is for?
This comes at an excellent time as M took a late nap, so I put on 382 episodes of Mighty Machines in a row for H so I could prep dinner and fold laundry.
On Thursday I let O play with a dead baby turtle we found by Grandpa's door for two hours just because it meant he wasn't tearing up Grandpa's house the entire time we were there. I did make him wash his hands after.
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