A baby mouse we found over the weekend and were taking care of died this morning. If it was natural, I would be okay. Except in the night he must have crawled to his water and fell in and drowned. I know I heard squeaks but didn't wake up enough to check on him. I can't stop crying.
A baby mouse we found over the weekend and were taking care of died this morning. If it was natural, I would be okay. Except in the night he must have crawled to his water and fell in and drowned. I know I heard squeaks but didn't wake up enough to check on him. I can't stop crying.
Awe I'm sorry about the little mouse.
BFP 2/11/15 (EDD 10/13/15). MMC 3/30/15 D&C 4/3/15 "We will always love you"
DD1 - BFP 7/23/15 (EDD 3/31/16). "We believe in you rainbow" DOB 4/2/16
DD2 - BFP 2/9/18 (EDD 10/19/18). "Grow baby grow!" DOB 10/24/18
BFP 11/16/20 (EDD 7/31/21). "Round 3 FIGHT!"
I'm having a rough day. So many baby brain moments all came crashing down at once. I double-booked two piano students and found out when one came 15 minutes early, while I was trying to get dinner finished for my kids. DH has a busy week and isn't here, and I have my orchestra set starting tomorrow, so I've moved students around. I was thrown off by the early student, so while I was able to move the other one who hadn't arrived yet, I told that one a wrong time and had to call them back later to apologize...again!! So glad I didn't lose it in front of my students.
Then I got an email saying my son's Scout popcorn was ready to be picked up, but I'd forgotten that the deadline to order was last week! And he had huge sales!! Start the water works. And the stress! I sent emails and can only sit here and hope that they can fix my huge mistake. I sat down in bed two hours ago to check email and go to bed early...ha! Now I hope I can sleep at all, I'm so upset!
And now I have one more. My husband just got home from the airport after picking up his guest artist, and he said her hotel breakfast looked so pitiful that after he drops the boys off at school tomorrow, he's going to pick her up and bring her back HERE for breakfast!! I completely lost it! The house is a mess, my son was home sick today, and I need to go grocery shopping! We have nothing to offer a guest! Is she going to be ok with instant oatmeal or Rice Krispies?? With everything else, I just started bawling, and I haven't cried so hard since my last anxiety attack during grad school!! DH is currently cleaning the bathroom and kitchen and ordered me to go to sleep. Wish me luck!
It was after 9:30 by the time I got home yesterday and I was tired and hungry and had to pick what to sacrifice so I just went to bed. Well DH got frustrated with me for being moody and those three things combined made me start bawling. Needless to say DH flipped right over in bed to apologize and comfort me.
DH wants me to post this here. He laughed at me for a very long time!
I was making my nephew some apple sauce from our tree. I put in extra effort to make sure each and every Apple piece was perfect and bruise free. Then I cooked them down and put them in the blender. Clearly I'd never done that before because the hot apples broke the blender. That didn't upset me until I tried to unscrew the bottom of the blender container with the hot apples still in it. Picture this....
My arm is being burnt so I carelessly dropped the glass container while flinging applesauce off my arm and running to the sink while my husband is screaming at me for dropping the glass, making a mess, and stupidly unscrewing the bottom of the blender with hot contents still in it. I ruined my apple sauce and burnt my arm. So when I went to explain why I was stupid, it all came out a sobbing mess!
Seriously, I looked like Lucy Ricardo!
We both knew at that moment there was nothing that could stop the flood of bawling...I just had to let it run its course.
DH pointed out that the dogs were really enjoying my applesauce which made me laugh and realize I needed to pee. When I got up to go to the bathroom, he thought it was funny and made me laugh more and I didn't make it to the bathroom in time.
So after changing, I came back into the kitchen to assess the damage and the scene was so hilarious that I sat on the floor and just laughed. But apparently my tears weren't done because it was more like a hysterical uncontrollable laugh sob.
Oh, and there was applesauce on every surface in the kitchen. Even the vertical ones (walls and cabinets).
DH wants me to post this here. He laughed at me for a very long time! I was making my nephew some apple sauce from our tree. I put in extra effort to make sure each and every Apple piece was perfect and bruise free. Then I cooked them down and put them in the blender. Clearly I'd never done that before because the hot apples broke the blender. That didn't upset me until I tried to unscrew the bottom of the blender container with the hot apples still in it. Picture this.... My arm is being burnt so I carelessly dropped the glass container while flinging applesauce off my arm and running to the sink while my husband is screaming at me for dropping the glass, making a mess, and stupidly unscrewing the bottom of the blender with hot contents still in it. I ruined my apple sauce and burnt my arm. So when I went to explain why I was stupid, it all came out a sobbing mess! Seriously, I looked like Lucy Ricardo! We both knew at that moment there was nothing that could stop the flood of bawling...I just had to let it run its course. DH pointed out that the dogs were really enjoying my applesauce which made me laugh and realize I needed to pee. When I got up to go to the bathroom, he thought it was funny and made me laugh more and I didn't make it to the bathroom in time. So after changing, I came back into the kitchen to assess the damage and the scene was so hilarious that I sat on the floor and just laughed. But apparently my tears weren't done because it was more like a hysterical uncontrollable laugh sob.
Oh, and there was applesauce on every surface in the kitchen. Even the vertical ones (walls and cabinets).
We just bought plane tickets for the in laws for all of Christmas, I cried because I dread telling my mom we wont be home for Christmas, plus when I called my brother he said that he wouldn't be home when I got back or by the time I leave, so I'll miss our family Christmas completely. Ugh just teared up thinking about it.
BFP 2/11/15 (EDD 10/13/15). MMC 3/30/15 D&C 4/3/15 "We will always love you"
DD1 - BFP 7/23/15 (EDD 3/31/16). "We believe in you rainbow" DOB 4/2/16
DD2 - BFP 2/9/18 (EDD 10/19/18). "Grow baby grow!" DOB 10/24/18
BFP 11/16/20 (EDD 7/31/21). "Round 3 FIGHT!"
Now that I'm late, last night I cried watching the Big Bang Theory lol. Everyone found out that Sheldon was going to propose to Amy and Sheldon got upset, which he NEVER does. It made me cry.
February Siggy Challenge- Post pregnancy indulgences
Now that I'm late, last night I cried watching the Big Bang Theory lol. Everyone found out that Sheldon was going to propose to Amy and Sheldon got upset, which he NEVER does. It made me cry.
Whaaaa!?! I haven't watched this season. Clearly I have some catching up to do!
Now that I'm late, last night I cried watching the Big Bang Theory lol. Everyone found out that Sheldon was going to propose to Amy and Sheldon got upset, which he NEVER does. It made me cry.
Whaaaa!?! I haven't watched this season. Clearly I have some catching up to do!
Lol sorry- SPOILER Alert! it was the last season finale he was going to propose but Amy dumped him instead.
February Siggy Challenge- Post pregnancy indulgences
@charley15 seriously looking online to catch up on this show now! Amy dumping Sheldon, Sheldon considering marriage! It's all too much for me to handle! (Clearly, too many exclamation marks but don't currrr)
Now that I'm late, last night I cried watching the Big Bang Theory lol. Everyone found out that Sheldon was going to propose to Amy and Sheldon got upset, which he NEVER does. It made me cry.
Whaaaa!?! I haven't watched this season. Clearly I have some catching up to do!
Lol sorry- SPOILER Alert! it was the last season finale he was going to propose but Amy dumped him instead.
Please don't post what happens in shows before someone has the chance to watch them. Nothing pisses me off more than this. Facebook has absolutely ruined my tv watching when I get around to it habits. This may sounds pissy but I say it with love, just watch what you say.
BFP 2/11/15 (EDD 10/13/15). MMC 3/30/15 D&C 4/3/15 "We will always love you"
DD1 - BFP 7/23/15 (EDD 3/31/16). "We believe in you rainbow" DOB 4/2/16
DD2 - BFP 2/9/18 (EDD 10/19/18). "Grow baby grow!" DOB 10/24/18
BFP 11/16/20 (EDD 7/31/21). "Round 3 FIGHT!"
Today I cried because I couldn't get ahold of my fiance for something stupid and then ended up hysterically crying because it took him over an hour to answer. Which is better than yesterday crying as I walked into a bob evans bathroom and a crying baby was in the restroom, I felt so bad for the baby that I cried along with her.
I cried today because one of my coworkers broke the blender at work yesterday. We work with adults who have Prader Willi Syndrome, so if there is any food issue, there's an uproar in the house. I went to 4 different stores to find a blender and not one store had one! I called hubby, crying hysterically because no store had a blender. It was pathetic lol.
I cried yesterday because I told my husband that I don't care what his mom says about trying for a third to have a son, when DD2 arrives our family will be complete. Just typing the words (we were texting because he was working late) made me cry lol.
I cry so much. One day in couldn't stop. I was crying over something. Then I went to blow my nose and I missed the tissue and I cried more. Hubby got me a wash cloth and when ibwas done I set it on my lap. I forgot I did this and cried because I thought I peed myself. Then I cried Cuz we had no ice cream and reecees to calm me down.
I also cried once in my college anthropology class. Not sure what about probibly African tribes and conflict. it was hyperventilating gasping for air crying... the ugly cry. Then I cried over the embarissment.
@Knottie9983816 --thank you for asking! It was totally fine! I have been insanely busy and haven't been able to check these boards since that post! Hoping things slow down a bit! Us mamas need more time to breathe and less time to worry about things!!
I was watching Disney Shorts on Netflix, and "The Little Matchgirl" made me lose it. It's I think the third one, and it is so sad. As one of my friends said, they really need a warning with that one.
I cried last night watching a special on the Paris attacks! I don't know what I can do to help I feel useless. I'm poor or else I would donate money to the victims families.. It's so sad!
Crying today because im just haveing a bad day with my sons hip dysplasia I know its something that is not life threatening but it does affect his every day life even though he knows nothing else I feel so bad that he cannot run and play like other kids his age there really isn't an end in sight were just waiting .. And worried that new baby will have ddh as well I pray that he doesn't one child going through this is enough .
"I thought it was a night like any other night. I was folding the laundry on my bed, listening to my daughter sing her heart out in the shower. Then my throat tightened and I felt panic set in. When did I last wash her hair?
I ran to the bathroom and opened the door so I could yell inside, 'Katie, do you need any help washing your hair?'
Her reply brought tears to my eyes, 'No, Mama. I’m fine.'
I’ve always tried my best to appreciate every day with my seven children. There has been a motto I’ve lived with in parenting ever since I had my first child:
Make sure they remember joy yesterday, experience joy today, and anticipate joy tomorrow.
I just didn’t know tomorrow would come so soon.
I’m a firm believer in kids playing hard and getting dirty. And my two oldest daughters sure did that. Every day, they were out in the Arizona sunshine–climbing, digging, swinging, and getting very, very dirty. Children have to get dirty. It’s a universal law. And I’m not about to tamper with universal law.
But with dirt, comes baths. I remember when my two oldest daughters, Kelsey and Katie, would take baths together. I would wash their hair, then let them play in the bathtub for awhile. It was our routine. Then they got older. Baths turned into showers, but I was still there to come in and help them wash their hair. Then the hair washing turned into just helping them rinse out the shampoo. Then the rinsing turned into the occasional, “let’s go back in the shower and I’ll help you rinse that one spot on top of your head.”
Then came, “No, Mama. I’m fine.”
Here’s the deal with motherhood: It’s our job to raise independent kids; but no one tells you how to handle it when it really happens.
That night, it happened.
I thought back–When was the last time? When was the last moment I rinsed the shampoo out of her hair? Why didn’t I know it was the last time? If I would have known, I would have done a better job, or made it last longer, or kissed her head, or something.
I would have done something!
I couldn’t see the laundry anymore because the tears blurred my vision. But I kept folding. Folding and praying. 'God, help me remember how quickly this is going by. Help me appreciate every single day–even the hard ones. Show me the beauty in each moment–even the bad ones.'
The cure isn’t to slow down. That’s impossible. The cure is a heart of wisdom. The wisdom to know that broken dishes, stained clothes, and spilled food are never reasons to lose your temper. The wisdom to know that school assignments can always be done later, after the sun sets and the mud puddles have all dried up. The wisdom to know that every moment is a sacred moment–changing diapers, snuggling on the sofa, swinging at the park, even washing hair. They’re all sacred, if you can just slow down enough to see it.
There will be a last fort with chairs and blankets. There will be a last story before bed. There will be a last outfit put on a Barbie doll. There will be a last swing at the park. We don’t need to know when the last one will be. We just need the heart of wisdom to appreciate each one.
I took a little longer brushing her hair tonight. And I lingered as I put her hair into a single braid down her back. When I kissed her goodnight, it lasted a couple more seconds than usual. Because after seven children and years of thinking I had all the time in the world, I realized something. life will run off with you if you let it. Sometimes, you just have to stop and breathe it in.
Thank you, God, for braids before bedtime. Thank you for messy kitchens and legos on the floor. Thank you for noisy dinner times and late-night conversations, for forts, baby dolls, fingerpaint, and bedtime stories. Thank you for broken wrists and shampoo for brunettes. Thank you for teaching me to number my days. And, God, when I forget, please give me a nudge and number them for me."
My DH couldn't make it to my sono yesterday so my mom and sister came with me. I cried because they cried when they heard LO's heartbeat for the first time
The photos of Syrian refugee babies sleeping on the ground in the woods... I imagined trying to keep up our bedtime routine in a situation like that. I ugly cried silently at work for several minutes...
Yesterday one of the girls I'm living with was watching 'Le Impossible' and it was one of the last scenes and I normally cry there but I was sobbing and making these noises I've never made before... They were all looking at me and I said 'it's ok -sob sob- it's -wailing noise- happy tears' very embarrassing.
I cried tonight looking at a picture of my husband on my phone. He's stationed in ft Benning Georgia and knowing there's a good chance he won't make it home for the birth of our first child gets the tears flowing instantly.
Damn it Pampers!! Why do you always make me cry with your commercials? The new holiday commercial with sleeping babies tugged on my ovaries today and made me cry.
Re: Today I cried because...
DD1 - BFP 7/23/15 (EDD 3/31/16). "We believe in you rainbow" DOB 4/2/16
DD2 - BFP 2/9/18 (EDD 10/19/18). "Grow baby grow!" DOB 10/24/18
BFP 11/16/20 (EDD 7/31/21). "Round 3 FIGHT!"
DD1 - BFP 7/23/15 (EDD 3/31/16). "We believe in you rainbow" DOB 4/2/16
DD2 - BFP 2/9/18 (EDD 10/19/18). "Grow baby grow!" DOB 10/24/18
BFP 11/16/20 (EDD 7/31/21). "Round 3 FIGHT!"
Then I got an email saying my son's Scout popcorn was ready to be picked up, but I'd forgotten that the deadline to order was last week! And he had huge sales!! Start the water works. And the stress! I sent emails and can only sit here and hope that they can fix my huge mistake. I sat down in bed two hours ago to check email and go to bed early...ha! Now I hope I can sleep at all, I'm so upset!
Because today I just feel disgusting. Cried for almost a full hour over it this morning
DS2 due 12/12/18
DD1 - BFP 7/23/15 (EDD 3/31/16). "We believe in you rainbow" DOB 4/2/16
DD2 - BFP 2/9/18 (EDD 10/19/18). "Grow baby grow!" DOB 10/24/18
BFP 11/16/20 (EDD 7/31/21). "Round 3 FIGHT!"
DD1 - BFP 7/23/15 (EDD 3/31/16). "We believe in you rainbow" DOB 4/2/16
DD2 - BFP 2/9/18 (EDD 10/19/18). "Grow baby grow!" DOB 10/24/18
BFP 11/16/20 (EDD 7/31/21). "Round 3 FIGHT!"
DD1 - BFP 7/23/15 (EDD 3/31/16). "We believe in you rainbow" DOB 4/2/16
DD2 - BFP 2/9/18 (EDD 10/19/18). "Grow baby grow!" DOB 10/24/18
BFP 11/16/20 (EDD 7/31/21). "Round 3 FIGHT!"
"I thought it was a night like any other night. I was folding the laundry on my bed, listening to my daughter sing her heart out in the shower. Then my throat tightened and I felt panic set in. When did I last wash her hair?
I ran to the bathroom and opened the door so I could yell inside, 'Katie, do you need any help washing your hair?'
Her reply brought tears to my eyes, 'No, Mama. I’m fine.'
I’ve always tried my best to appreciate every day with my seven children. There has been a motto I’ve lived with in parenting ever since I had my first child:
Make sure they remember joy yesterday, experience joy today, and anticipate joy tomorrow.
I just didn’t know tomorrow would come so soon.
I’m a firm believer in kids playing hard and getting dirty. And my two oldest daughters sure did that. Every day, they were out in the Arizona sunshine–climbing, digging, swinging, and getting very, very dirty. Children have to get dirty. It’s a universal law. And I’m not about to tamper with universal law.
But with dirt, comes baths. I remember when my two oldest daughters, Kelsey and Katie, would take baths together. I would wash their hair, then let them play in the bathtub for awhile. It was our routine. Then they got older. Baths turned into showers, but I was still there to come in and help them wash their hair. Then the hair washing turned into just helping them rinse out the shampoo. Then the rinsing turned into the occasional, “let’s go back in the shower and I’ll help you rinse that one spot on top of your head.”
Then came, “No, Mama. I’m fine.”
Here’s the deal with motherhood: It’s our job to raise independent kids; but no one tells you how to handle it when it really happens.
That night, it happened.
I thought back–When was the last time? When was the last moment I rinsed the shampoo out of her hair? Why didn’t I know it was the last time? If I would have known, I would have done a better job, or made it last longer, or kissed her head, or something.
I would have done something!
I couldn’t see the laundry anymore because the tears blurred my vision. But I kept folding. Folding and praying. 'God, help me remember how quickly this is going by. Help me appreciate every single day–even the hard ones. Show me the beauty in each moment–even the bad ones.'
The cure isn’t to slow down. That’s impossible. The cure is a heart of wisdom. The wisdom to know that broken dishes, stained clothes, and spilled food are never reasons to lose your temper. The wisdom to know that school assignments can always be done later, after the sun sets and the mud puddles have all dried up. The wisdom to know that every moment is a sacred moment–changing diapers, snuggling on the sofa, swinging at the park, even washing hair. They’re all sacred, if you can just slow down enough to see it.
There will be a last fort with chairs and blankets. There will be a last story before bed. There will be a last outfit put on a Barbie doll. There will be a last swing at the park. We don’t need to know when the last one will be. We just need the heart of wisdom to appreciate each one.
I took a little longer brushing her hair tonight. And I lingered as I put her hair into a single braid down her back. When I kissed her goodnight, it lasted a couple more seconds than usual. Because after seven children and years of thinking I had all the time in the world, I realized something. life will run off with you if you let it. Sometimes, you just have to stop and breathe it in.
Thank you, God, for braids before bedtime. Thank you for messy kitchens and legos on the floor. Thank you for noisy dinner times and late-night conversations, for forts, baby dolls, fingerpaint, and bedtime stories. Thank you for broken wrists and shampoo for brunettes. Thank you for teaching me to number my days. And, God, when I forget, please give me a nudge and number them for me."
By Hannah Keeley of For Every Mom