We had such a good day and then the evening arrived. I wanted to make a personalized footprint thing for H's birthday Friday so I was painting A's foot to stamp out a 'balloon'. He started squirming obviously and me voicing a few loud 'shits' along with trying to restrain him and keep red paint from getting everywhere scared him into crying (MOTY). In his subsequent bath he pulled the shampoo bottle off the side of the tub onto his foot, cue tears and wet hugs and consoling. Then while using his walker he plopped down on on a wall corner and bruised his poor little tush even through his diaper. He's passed out now finally so hopefully tomorrow will be better
I'm giggling, sorry. I have never attempted those crafts because I'm sure that is precisely how it would end.
No worries, I was laughing while yelling shit until he started crying. Next time we're either going to be fully nude outside or just start the whole project in the tub.
Post by wegrowsheep on Apr 20, 2016 20:17:59 GMT -5
The anesthesiologist called today to inform me that they will expect full payment up front for DS1's dental procedure next Tuesday. That'll be 1740 of the current 1900 in my bank account. They reassured me that I'll get some reimbursment from insurance. That's nice, but how the fuck am I supposed to pay rent and buy groceries until insurance comes through? Why not just bill insurance first, like the dentist already did (I'll only owe them 300)??
I hate money.
DH called before that to ask what days I'm planning birthday parties for the boys because he wants to do some certification activity at the archery range the same weekend. I'm torn between telling him "Hell no, you don't get a day off from parenting while I prep for a double birthday party" and "Sure, sweetie, it's just the biggest party I'm throwing all year, you go have fun." I wonder if he'd catch the notes of sarcasm?
Post by musicfrk2002 on Apr 20, 2016 22:20:50 GMT -5
So, I get home from work, and H baked a cake tonight. Uhh...I wasn't even aware he knew how, granted it's a box mix. But still. Apparently he feels bad that I've been up and down all night with J for over a week now.
I thought we were in the clear with the diarrhea diapers here since I didn't see a poopy one all day today, but I guess he had 3 at daycare. He's only there for 2 hours maximum a day.
My coworker should be back tomorrow, thankfully. Today was the 3rd day of doing double the work. At least I hit my step goal less than halfway through my shift every day.
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