Because I feel horrible enough as it is.
I just screamed at Spencer. He wasn't napping and while that's not generally the case or a problem, he was being loud and obnoxious and keeping Cooper up too. And then, as I watched him on the monitor (before going in to calm him down), he took a drink of his water and then SPIT the water out on to a pile of library books that was by his bed!
I marched in there and told him to lay back down and keep quiet so Coops could sleep. I told him he was allowed to stay up and not nap, but only if he was quiet. And then I told him if he couldn't stop making noise, I'd take everything out of his crib. He then laughed at me. I HATE when he laughs at me when I'm being serious. It's SO effing rude. So I went over the edge and picked him out of his crib, took him to the bathroom and sat him on the rug in there, told him not to move and that he was being a very bad boy. He laughed at me again! At this point, I was steaming. I screamed at him and then told him to sit there on the rug until I came back for him. He started crying, of course and I felt terrible, but OMG, why does he do this when he knows it'll make me angry? Yes, I know he's TWO, but damn it! ARGH!
On a side note, how does one make a child not be so insolent? How does one also get that same child to stop hitting? Gah! That boy! And to top it off, I'm alone with the boys for the next 4 days. Jay's out of town until then and I think I may go insane. Hold me.
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Two year old boys are the devil. Unfortunately, it only gets worse at 3. And 4. Hmmm..5 and 6 sucked, too. And 7...and 8....
Let me rephrase that. Boys are the devil. Good luck.
My FFFC - I hate babysitting for my friends. I love my friends and I don't mind their kids. I love that I have friends and I'm so glad that we can trade favors like this. But when its my turn....I hate babysitting for my friends. Along with Layna I have two extra boys ages 2 and 4 and they are just freakin loud. And the fight with each other all the time. I already sent Jakob down to a friend's house and I'm quaking in fear that he'll come traipsing in with more boys. Someone pass me a drink.
DD is trying my patience too.
My confession: A family member named her kid Anakin. I will forever judge her and pity that poor kid.
I seriously contemplated opening up a cider about an hour ago. DH is sick and so I am taking care of him + M right now along with work.
M is going through a stage now where if her hands get dirty from food (ie nothing big... crumbs from pirates booty, etc) she screams "OH NO!" until I wipe them clean. This happens inbetween EVERY SINGLE BITE.
I am going insane over here yall.
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I'm sorry. That would make me blow my top, too.
My FFFC: I let DD eat cheese and crackers for two of her three meals yesterday b/c it's all she wanted and I was too tired to fight it. And I gave her Baked Lays as a snack today because I was eating some and she kept doing the "more" sign. *sigh*
I'm going insane with excitement over things that might happen over the next week, but I'm SO afraid to jinx it, I won't even ask for dust. That's how superstitious I've gotten!
I'm also afraid my social skills have really suffered being away from people this last year and a half. I didn't mean to, but I may have come off as shallow to a friend last week, when really, I just wasn't communicating the whole story. But, I wasn't communicating for a good reason but kind of just forgot how to do that whole "saying something without saying everything" verbal play. Ah well.
I don't know why SAHMs don't drink more. I cleaned my house all morning long and enjoyed a glass of moscato while doing it. Delicious! AND it really made cleaning the house more fun.
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Since this is FF...
Even after reading what everyone else has written...Even though I have two kids under two...Even though my kids are sometimes a bit of a challenge...Even though I just finished dealing with a horrificly painful health issue that lasted a very long time and was probably brought on by the two pregnancies close together...Even though both pregnancies had some scary moments...Even though I currently weigh 20 pounds more than I did when I got pregnant with DD #1...Even though there is no guarantee I could get pregnant without medical assistance...
I want to try for a #3. And would be okay with starting right away.
DH says we are done, done, done. I also thought we were done, done, done until shortly after I gave birth to DD #2. I looked at her, and within hours realized that I just didn't want to be done with only two kids.
The urge for a third doesn't seem to be going away, either.
Tonight is my last date with a fella I've been dating (casually) for the past couple of months. He's SUPER nice, but unfortunately I have completely ruled out the possiblity of romantic feelings towards him. He is completely unaware of this, and I probably should've stopped seeing him, like, a month or more ago, but now he'll be finding out via email tomorrow. I am a coward. But, I am buying dinner tonight, so at least there's that?
On a related note, I totally lied to him about my whereabouts last night when he texted me to say hello.
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My FFFC: I have zero sympathy when my kids get hurt because they were doing something stupid that I told them not to do.
Case in point: Meredith tilts our barstools forward, so the back two legs are off the floor. We've told her over and over again not to do it. We've explained repeatedly that the feet slip on the new wood floors, and the barstool will fall forward and shoot out from under her. She has done this to herself multiple times. But she can't stop tilting the effing chairs. She did it again tonight and whacked her chin on the bar on the way down. The back legs of the barstool almost hit Alex in the face, as he was sitting on the floor playing.
No one was seriously hurt. I got her an ice pack, but I don't feel sorry for her. Even Alex yelled at his sister "FOUR ON DA FLOOR!" (meaning keep all four chair legs on the floor). My daughter thinks i'm the meanest mother ever, but I just can't muster up sympathy for her when she does stupid sh*t like that.
Meredith, 6-1-06 and Alex, 11-5-09
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I just found out a friend from HS is pregnant with her third.
All babies are gifts, right? Well, this mama was arrested because she took her son with her to a restaurant and got SMASHED and passed out, face on table, drunk. Police had to come get her and get someone to take her kid for her.
And? She's a model, and told one of our mutual friends (my BFF) that she somehow started her own labor or broke her own water with her second son because she didn't want to get big and get stretch marks. I don't know how much of that is true, but her son was born about 8 weeks too early, had to be in the NICU for months, and has repercussions because of how tiny he was.
She has had her boys taken away from her countless times for drugs and alcohol and hasn't been able to keep a real job in years because she just stops showing up. I'm guessing because she's high or hung over or something.
And this girl gets MORE kids?! Something just isn't right with that.
Okay that really wasn't much of a confession, so I'll confess that when I heard that, I wanted to sew her vagina shut.
In a car to Houston with DH and the dogs and out of everyone in the car, I only don't want to kill one of the dogs right now.
One of my BFFs just found out she's pregnant w her 2nd. I'm happy for her but sometimes it makes me angry how easily everything happens for her.
BFP 12.20.2010 :: missed m/c 1/2011 around 8 weeks
BFP @ 9dpo 5.24.2011 :: missed m/c 6/2011 around 7 weeks
positive for ANAs (1:40) with a speckled pattern
MTHFR c677t mutation (heterozygous)
*folic acid, baby asprin, Prometrium, acupuncture, Lovenox*
BFP @ 9dpo 2.1.2012 || HCG = 8 : Progesterone = 19.2
2nd HCG @ 11dpo = 40 || 3rd HCG @ 21dpo = over 5000!
Stick, little one, stick! EDD October 15, 2012
TOTALLY been there at an h&m dressing room, not realizing that 1) i was fatter than i thought and 2) h&m sizing is more fitted than i'm used to. it felt like that scene where carrie bradshaw is sitting in an ugly wedding dress having a panic attack, and miranda has to rip the dress apart.
my ffc... i'm under my pre-preg weight by a couple pounds to the point that i should probably be wearing a size smaller. while the vain side of me likes the number on the scale, i don't want to have to shop for all new pants. AND, i have a sneaking suspicion that my thyroid is hyper again (i have graves), causing the additional weight loss. i *should* go ahead and do my blood work soon, but my next appt is next month. i'm not ready to hear whether i have to get back on antithyroid meds or not.
Sorry, I chuckled when I read this...because I can imagine my little drama queen doing this when she's that age. Add in big fat crocodile tears and that'll be my kid