Made it through my first day alone with 2u2 and we even went to Target. Bonus? Everyone is still alive. Booyah - that's how I measure success from here on out!
Made it through my first day alone with 2u2 and we even went to Target.nbsp; Bonus?nbsp; Everyone is still alive.nbsp; Booyah that's how I measure success from here on out!
Yes!!! You rock!! You even went to Target?! You're my shero!
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Made it through my first day alone with 2u2 and we even went to Target. Bonus? Everyone is still alive. Booyah - that's how I measure success from here on out!
(This update brought to you by the fact that I just got done talking to my ex on Facebook.)
Man, all my ex ever talks about is himself. I do a major eyeroll every time he starts.
In a lot of ways, I'm glad we are amicable because I get to see a lot of his behaviors from a more removed standpoint and I realize that he was like that while we were together too. And it makes me glad we're not anymore. He's got a LOT of growing up (and getting over himself) to do. I don't bother calling him on it and I usually just smile and nod, or tell him what he wants to hear. But gag me with a spoon yous guise. I'm so over it.
He seems seems like such a peach. I'm sorry you have to deal with his BS but I'm glad ya'll are civil.
Yeah, I mean, in between the conceited monologues I can get him to talk about something or someone else. It's usually a 50/50 split between conspiracy rants and the kids. It's mostly just, like, "Give me a break," but it could be worse honestly. We can chat like pals, and we talk almost every day about something or another for at least a few minutes. I'm glad we're not at each others' throats and mudslinging about the kids, at least.
Wuss. It's 2am. No one is here to help me move this along though
I'm back at work. I almost missed it. Well, by that I mean I missed farting around on the internet for hours a day. I did not miss actually working.
Joey got mad at me for taking too long while he was helping me load the dishwasher and he yelled at me and threw a glass. It shattered. It was not good.
This thread make me feel like the only wife who doesn't dole out BJs regularly. A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away when I was young, DH and I had a talk about oral and he was all "Ehh. It's fun but other stuff is better. And I'm better at other stuff so why bother?" And my response was, "Heh. Well if I'm not going to get it much, I'm not going to bother offering either." So it's literally once in a blue moon. And usually just a part of the main event. I think the last time I actually had to decide spit or swallow was like a decade ago and it was only because DH claimed he couldn't get off from BJs and I informed him he was wrong and hadn't dated the right women. (Swallow. Attempting to spit that out makes me yak.)
I'm sad everyone is sleeping. Like always.
Joey was all, "Gosh, mom, you're such a slacker. Mom. MOM." *toss*
I had intended to pull an all-nighter so I could draw and hoar the thread, but we had night two of sleep issues and I had to put DD2 in bed with me, and I went and passed out with her. I am so cool.
I'm also glad I'm not the only one who has had a guy tell me he couldn't get off from BJs and I was like, "Challenge accepted." It was only once, but he didn't even have the opportunity to be embarrassed about being wrong because he was too busy reveling in the awesomeness.
I'm getting my chill'rens ready for the day. And by "getting my kids ready for the day," I mean that I'm getting my kindergartener ready, but my toddler gets to stay in her jammies because she goes back to bed as soon as we get home from dropping off Big Sis.
AUGH. First, DD1 freaks out about a ripped coloring book cover instead of putting her socks on. Now she's worried about her pants legs being rolled just so, and wondering what kind of animal Thomas from Regular Show is, and telling me she needs her toenails clipped instead of putting her socks on. Aaaand now that I've instructed her to put her socks on five hundred times, she's opted for being disrespectful and earned herself a five-minute time-out. At least she finally put her goddamned socks on. We should have pulled out of the drive seven minutes ago so she would have ample time to grab breakfast from the cafeteria. Now she'll be lucky if she has five minutes to stuff her face before she has to be in class.
And now she "can't find" her shoes (see: she refuses to put them in the same place every day when she takes them off) so I'm letting her "find" them on her own. And if she chooses to dawdle for so long that she misses her breakfast window, maybe she will learn a lesson - if not about putting her shoes where they go then maybe about what a hardass mom will be if she has to.
I feel like creating a baby registry. My best friend is insisting she is GOING to throw me a shower, but I don't think anyone is going to show, honestly. But I would like to have a registry put together so I can keep track of what I want to buy. Is that weird?
Re: GUUUUUYYYYYSSSS
It's all her fault. Yep. Totally.
// I love you too. //
You're welcome!
Sad face.
Yes!!! You rock!! You even went to Target?! You're my shero!
Damn right!
// I love you too. //
Control yourself, woman! I think you just squirted BM all over. ::rolls eyes::
The package for you is still in my car. I am sending it out tomorrow!
Yeah, I mean, in between the conceited monologues I can get him to talk about something or someone else. It's usually a 50/50 split between conspiracy rants and the kids. It's mostly just, like, "Give me a break," but it could be worse honestly. We can chat like pals, and we talk almost every day about something or another for at least a few minutes. I'm glad we're not at each others' throats and mudslinging about the kids, at least.
// I love you too. //
Why yes. Yes I do.
...Oh, don't mind me. Just fantasizing out loud. I'm so single, lol. FRUSTRATION.
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Me, when I see a "dead" bug and go to clean it up:
// I love you too. //
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I is here. Still thinking about uncle Jesse.
Awww yeah.
Giggity.
// I love you too. //
I may end up letting the thread rest for tonight because I am getting drowsy, but mark my words - I shall return! This thread will be epic!
// I love you too. //
Swallow
Joey was all, "Gosh, mom, you're such a slacker. Mom. MOM." *toss*
I had intended to pull an all-nighter so I could draw and hoar the thread, but we had night two of sleep issues and I had to put DD2 in bed with me, and I went and passed out with her. I am so cool.
I'm also glad I'm not the only one who has had a guy tell me he couldn't get off from BJs and I was like, "Challenge accepted." It was only once, but he didn't even have the opportunity to be embarrassed about being wrong because he was too busy reveling in the awesomeness.
// I love you too. //
LADIES!
I'm getting my chill'rens ready for the day. And by "getting my kids ready for the day," I mean that I'm getting my kindergartener ready, but my toddler gets to stay in her jammies because she goes back to bed as soon as we get home from dropping off Big Sis.
// I love you too. //
My toddler in the morning:
My eldest in the morning:
// I love you too. //
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Why is this?? When I'm watching a movie and a character dies:

If it's a person:
If it's an animal:

// I love you too. //
Prepare yourselves for images from my Spank Bank.
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Not a fan of this guy's face, but the bod is nice:
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Botheration! Good luck!
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Dat mouth. Mm.
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