I need it so I'm starting this early..
My husband fixed the breaks on my car. Great. While backing out of the garage after, he hit the garage with my car!!!!!! Ugh!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so pissed! but he's beating himself up about it enough without me piling on.. But damn it I just wanna yell.
I'm sick. Also DHs fault.. I told him not to kiss me as I don't have time to be sick. He kissed me anyway saying he felt fine. I woke up with a sore throat and now feel like death..
We're still not speaking to DH's grandparents yet grandma still keeps texting me to remind me about the father's day grill out.. How does she not understand that what she did was not okay??? And until I get a REAL apology that we're not going to things at her house. I'm not rewarding people for treating my family badly.. You don't get to hold my baby and love on him like you care when you make zero effort to see him and you disrespect his parents..
I feel a tiny bit better getting it all out.. Anyone else needs to get some things off their chest??
Re: Monday bitchfest.
I told H yesterday what I wanted for my BDay next year and he laughed in my face. I asked to go to the CMAs since my MIL and FIL will be moving close by then and will be able to take H for the weekend. It's a year notice, from someone that has NEVER asked for anything, and he basically says no. WTF?!?
ETA: proper tense
...and the freak circle is complete.
The new fridge was supposed to come today, but when they came to take the old one, they couldn't find where to turn off the water line. I felt like an ass for not knowing and not being able to ask Tim. He would have known this. Now I have to wait for the new fridge until a plumber can come and find the line - not such a huge deal, but annoying.
And on top of it all, I had saved a chocolate chip cookie that Tim had made in the freezer. It was wrapped in plastic but got wet in the cooler. I was able to salvage half of it, but that didn't stop me from ugly crying.
>:D<
Layla was on the floor with me, she was sitting and reaching for a toy. It looked like she was about to transition to her knees, instead she went down face first and it hit part of her face on the toy. I scooped her up because she obviously was crying. Tim proceeded to say "God dammit Kate, what did you think would happen!" I was already crying, and I already felt ashamed of myself for not anticipating what happened.
Then to top it off, he picked Layla up and said "don't worry, Daddy won't let you get hurt." I pretty much flipped my shit after that and told him to stop being such an asshole because I didn't need him to make me feel worse. Normally he is so great, but damn I was pissed at him tonight. Of course his response was "I was just giving you shit, don't get so mad." Fucker!
@mskatiep It's fine. You can't anticipate everything. She'll be alright. I know the feeling though, I was so upset when A literally just lunged and threw himself off the couch one day. These kids are future gymnasts, I swear.
Thanks ladies for your own stories about LO's getting hurt. Obviously I don't want anyone hurt, but it's nice to know we are all in the same boat with trying to let them develop motor skills balanced with keeping them safe.