DH decided last minute this morning that he was going to work from home, which meant that I took DD to school. There's a reason pregnant women should not do drop-off, especially when the child is returning to school after being out for a week. She flippedhershit and I cried all the way back to my car. And I was 30 minutes late to work. I cannot get comfortable at my desk. My back hurts. I get a headache when I put my hair up, but when I let it down, I start getting all hot and sweaty. I worked through lunch and didn't get to eat until 30 minutes ago. My coworker keeps coming in with questions and she'll walk over to my desk and project binder and just start flipping through all my *** to get to the document she needs without so much as a "hello, mind if I ask you a question?" And I can't seem to get on FB today because a friend of my family's keeps ambushing me on FB chat and complaining about her life and asking why I'm so busy nowadays and when can we hang out.
Harrumph.
Anyone else?
Re: a case of the Mondays--join me.
Nothing in particular, I'm just bleh.
I ended up just disabling my chat because I had a guy from high school ping me every single time I was online and he was creeping me out. I guess I should try the appear invisible thing instead.
I just absolutely hate my job. I have a case of the Mondays everyday of the week. There's not one redeeming quality about what I am doing right now. I'm nauseous all day long and my sh!tty job certainly doesn't make things any easier. I'm pretty sure my baby will come out with her/his teeth clenched because that's all I do all damn day long. But, there's not anything else out there right now, or I'm not qualified for the stuff that is available. Plus, my window of opportunity is quickly closing on finding a new job because I doubt anyone will hire me when I am noticeably pregnant.
ETA: Holy geez that's a whole lotta negativity. Sorry. Let me balance it out by saying that I am having popcorn as my afternoon snack and 1) no one made a comment about popcorn smells and 2) I didn't burn it. Hooray!
I hate leaving my baby at daycare. I hate being away from her. I've tried pretending like its ok and I am fine with it, but I'm not. I have three day weekends so by Sunday I get used to being around her all day and then Monday comes and I have to get used to only seeing her for a couple of hours a day again.
She has a cold so she's night waking. Or, maybe she's just night waking because she's 5 months old. Whatever the reason, she's night waking, so I'm tired, plus I have her cold. I am uber resentful/jealous of my co-worker who is smug because she sleep trained her baby at 8 weeks.
I need a nap.
If I have to hear my husband tell me one more time, "You have everything you wanted in life..." I'm going to kill him. I don't have the ONE thing I do want, so shut your f-ing mouth. I'd give up everything to stay home with her. I hate being away from her and I'm miserable. He's donig nothing to make me feel better.
And now I'm crying and off work in 1 minute, thank god.
Oh I will play.
We got back from Vegas yesterday to 2 kids with double ear infections and sinus infections, so today Em has been whining and yelling at Lincoln to stop talking to her (he is 15 months, he babbles). Linc is cranky too and just wants to be held. He also wants to be a big boy he is trying so hard to walk, climb and talk. I know it's frustrating for him that I don't always get what he is wanting. So him being frustrated gets him even more cranky.
My brain is scarred from the stories I had to hear over the weekend. My husband's grandmother had a mortified look (as did I and DH's aunt) when at the Lingerie shower my SIL received a c*ck ring from one of her friends. Then my SIL explaining to everyone (because some didn't know) what the hell it was. OMG this family doesn't know the meaning of TMI TMI TMI
Our house has been on the market for 51 days 2 price drops and yeah nothing.
I started a 14 week nutritional cleanse today which is pretty much baby food and I am cranky and hungry!
I have about 6 loads of laundry to do and my house looks like a disaster hit. So even though I want someone to look at my house I am praying no one does because there is no way I would be able to pull it together in a short amount of time.
This was me last week. DH was OOT M-W and i had to do drop off to a new room. DD stood there crying while i looked on through the window. Finally I had to run out of the building, i cried the entire drive to work, i'm not sure how exactly i saw the road. anyway, i completely agree that we shouldn't have to do drop off.
I'm hot as hell too. And i'm wearing a sleeveless dress. i can't get any more neked at work without getting in trouble.
On a brighter note, my boss is gone until wednesday, but i still lack all motivation to do any work.
And really, i just want to go home and drink a bottle of wine and not cook dinner.
MrsJenn, I can't imagine sitting through the explanation of a c*ck ring. Holy crap.
I'm more made at myself than anything today. We were out of town a week ago, and I wanted to just relax this weekend. But DH wanted to see friends, so he made a bunch of plans. And I should have said, let's not try to do so much, but I didn't. And I ended up getting all stressed out and bitchy over the weekend because I was trying to do too much - do my workouts, do laundry, prep some meals for this week, go to the grocery store, socialize, oh, and hang out with Ruby.
And I'm getting so frustrated with nursing. Ruby is so distracted, and it is making me just want to stop. She's not getting enough when she's nursing, so I'm ending up pumping after she's nursed and then it takes double the amount of time. I got over it this morning and decided to try some new things to help tomorrow (turn the lights off, no noise, etc.). So we'll see how it goes. I read some statistic somewhere that says X percent of women quit by 6 months, and now I get why. It was definitely hard at the beginning, but it is hard now too in a different way, in that she's just not able to concentrate.
Amy