I forgot ALL my pump parts except for the motor. I am in training class and can't miss any time; therefore, I can't go home and get them. C is at my grandparents this week because her dc provider has bronchitis and now C is very sick, so she's not close enough to go nurse on breaks. I'm going to run to target on break and hope a hand pump does the trick, but I'm pissed at myself. My supply has already been rough lately, so I'm hoping this doesn't f it up.
Anyone else got anything to b!tch about??
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Re: Thursday B!tchfest anyone?
Oh man. When I saw the thread title, I thought "Man, I could use a B!tchfest," but that's a rough one!
I'm annoyed with MH. He's a freaking child, and I'm sick of raising 2 kids. He makes messes and doesn't clean up. He procrastinates doing EVERYTHING. I get it. You don't want to do XYZ. But you're a big boy now, so put down the comic book/turn off the computer game/stop eating whatever snack you're having and do what needs to get done. He's one that will regularly drive home with the gas light on with the mentality that he'll just leave for work early to fill up, then forget about it in the morning. And it happens regularly, because when he does fill up, he's too lazy to stand there and fill the tank the whole way. (Part of that is from the fact that he's always been broke and could never afford to fill the tank, but we're not that far off anymore.)
In the bathroom, we each have a bin for all of our stuff. All of my makeup/hair products/random crap lives in my bin. He has one for all of his stuff. Every.single.day. his stuff is on top of the shelves these bins live on instead of in his freaking bin. And every day, I put it BACK into the bin. Today, I put it on the floor.
And I can't get over how much he still lies to me about the stupidest things. He told me that he had to drop Micah off at his parents so he could run in to work to get a few things done. I knew that the "few things" was to grab a credit card imprint machine and a sheet of carbon paper that would take 3 minutes. He easily could have taken Micah. In reality, his mom has been nagging him to bring Micah over (it had been a whole freaking week), but he knew that I get annoyed when they go over for random trips (gas isn't free, and they live a half hour away and never come to OUR house to visit), so he made up the story about work. Be a grown man and either tell me the truth, or tell your mom to get her butt in a car and come over herself.
And I have to be nice to him, because it's his freaking 30th birthday and none of his friends want to celebrate with him this weekend. Thanks for the vent. I really needed that.
Micah Leonard
I somehow developed an eye infection and managed to give it to DS back in November. Since then, we've both been playing tag with each other.
I washed my hands constantly, but he gets his grubby little paws all over me! The doctor called him in eye drops. Yeah right. I'm going to get 2 drops in each eye 3 times a day. My mom (works in a hospital) managed to get the ointment for both of us. I used the eye drops for myself and saved the second ointment for the resurrection of the eye infection.
Micah Leonard
I am lucky that he's not into true "gaming" stuff. He plays the old pixelated Nintendo games on his computer via the internet. It's actually quite pathetic. And he only does it a stress relief on occasion, but they still annoy me. They're so outdated, that there isn't a pause button. So if I'm talking to him, he either loses that play (it's football) or he ignores me until the play is over. He's usually smart enough to lose the play.
And the stuff was off of the floor when I came back into the bathroom to finish getting ready. Hehe. Now the stuff all over the floor on his side of the bed can stay there until fungus grows. I don't care. I don't have to deal with it and guests can't see it (there's a reason his side of the bed is closest to the outside wall). He's the one who has to climb over his mountain of "not clean enough to put away but not dirty enough to throw in the hamper" clothes daily.
I hope your boobs are hanging on today!
Micah Leonard