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Monilee1017
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Who or what is being is twatwaffle today?
Married 2006
DS1 2010
DS2 2013
DD1 2016
DS1 2010
DS2 2013
DD1 2016
Re: TW Tuesday
BTW Waffles sound delicious. With like whipped cream or strawberries. And an omelette. Definately an omelette. Sorry. •_•
I'm going to be a one trick pony for a while.
The weather is a TW. 8 inches of snow overnight, which meant SO was stuck at work for 16 hours since no one could get in. I can't WAIT until spring when we move back to my home town. This icky white stuff never happens there.
DS1 01/08/03 DD1 08/11/04 DD2 10/06/08 DS2 09/30/14
SURPRISE! Hannah May born 01/22/16
Then again I'm hormonal so.....
He keeps making promises and doesn't commit to said promises and "forgets"
- he was supposed to talk to his boss (my old boss) this morning to see about me working for a month until baby comes so I can get out of the house
He forgot
- we were supposed to go get baby's crib today.
He went out of state to visit his daughter (previous marriage) -- not saying I'm upset he went to visit her, I'm upset bc we had plans.
My favorite- SO, is super wishy washy, he says one thing then oh nevermind.
On thanksgiving we went to buy a crib, they were out of the one I wanted. He said well come back on Tuesday to get it. Friday, he says, we don't need a crib, the baby will sleep in our bed...
My moms already bought the entire nursery bedding set. If he didn't want the crib, my mom could have saved all that money.
So I'm left home alone....again... With the roommate who I cannot stand...
Another day of watching hallmark.
Because the weather sucks.
I have $10.
So, my boyfriend, my wallet, the room mate, the weather, and hormones are all TW's
End of my Tuesday whines.
Edit: baby brain made me post sort of the same in two threads.
CAUTION: DETAILED TMI POOP STORY AHEAD.
So, like many of us I'm sure, I haven't pooped for a few days. It's just been building and hardening in there. I work at a boutique where there is only one employee per shift and I miraculously had to go, so I was like "alright, let's make this a quick one." Well, out comes a large, painful deuce that tore my butthole. "No way is this flushing down the toilet," I thought to myself. But I had no choice, and gave it a flush. By the beard of Zeus, THE TOILET CLOGGED AND THE WATER WAS RISING. There was no plunger. And there was no way I was calling the maintenance guy. So I found a pencil and tried to chop the monster up. Nope, STILL CLOGGED. (Threw the pencil in the trash, just to clear that up.)
Luckily, the owners of the store also own another boutique on the second floor of the mall. So I had to swallow my pride and call the girl up there and she found a plunger from ANOTHER store that I was able to borrow. Thankfully I've clogged my fair share of toilets so I knew how to fix it. The toilet is now running fine but I'm scared to poop in it ever again.
All of this because constipation is a twatwaffle.
On the bright side, I feel nice and empty!
And SO. So help me God, if that man doesn't learn to put a trash bag in the can after emptying it (which took 3 days to convince him to do) I'm going to lose it. Every last thing has been an argument with him; when DS should get up, food, dishes, trash, and the other 263418422 simple chores I've asked him to help me with recently... My house looks like hell, and apparently, he agrees but refuses to help. That's cool Honey, really. You just sleep on the couch, while I struggle to pick up toys from the floor that you keep tripping over and bitching about...
You probably know this but since it was at a public place there probably wasn't one, but just in case you didn't know, now you do.
In the meantime, I can feel baby dropping (there's been about 4-5 inches of movement south,) so I'm freaking out about going into labor early, and he can't even wash a dang dish!
We have chosen the name Jacob for our son. We have been calling him that for weeks now and have told family and friends. FIL mentioned at one point he didn't like the name....too bad! Well, he calls today to let us know what he has named his new puppy...Jake. Yep, he gave his dog the same name as his grandson. Ugh, TWATWAFFLE!
My roommate is a freaking TW
I've complained already about him somewhere but seriously.
*background*
When my SO and I first got together, roommate lived with SO. I moved in with them two, and roommate kept to himself. I knew he tends to burn food when he cooks - he likes to heat milk (burns), popcorn (burns), rice (burns) etc...
Well, about 2-3 years ago for Christmas my mom bought a nice Wolfgang puck kitchen set (pots, pans etc) I REFUSED to open the box with roommate there bc I KNEW he would ruin them.
Eventually he moved out, (job reasons) and so and I lived alone for 2ish years.
We moved to a mobile home and the roommate had to come back to this part of town (job reasons) and SO told him he could live with us.
( like I said, he lived with us before so I was cool with it- he keeps to himself.)
Well, the roommate cooked his milk the other night... Burned it SO FREAKING BAD that my NICE saucepan has been sitting in the sink blackened for two mother loving days soaking.
I saw it yesterday morning - cursed like a sailor.. Dumped out the water, re filled the pot with hot water and soap.. He came home from work and tried washing it. Failed. So today, he fills the pot up with water, BOILS it to get the burned milk off the bottom... Tries to wash it, puts it back in the sink soaking in water...
I told my SO if he ruins my pot, he owes me a new set.
Also, he doesn't know how to properly use my washing machine.
It's an older model we bought of a friend a few years ago... Never had any problems.
You literally turn to 14 and pull and it works.
This joker, pulls it, then turns it while te washer is on to try to find 14 (usually takes 3 turns) while the washer is trying to find out wtf he's doing ( fills up, spins, cycles) seriously.
I have nothing against people drinking.
Roommate can drink an entire 6-12 pack alone, in one day.
I don't want that around my child.
He leaves the empty box beside the trash bin on the floor- what if when my kid starts to crawl he get ahold of one of these bottles?
Maybe I'm blowing things out if proportion, but seriously, I almost can't take it anymore.
Looking at him annoys me, hearing him talk annoys me, smelling the burned scent annoys me...
I'm trying to hint to SO that I don't eat him living with us anymore- but, the man doesn't have anywhere else to go he also helps pay the rent......
I'm scared one day he's going to burn the house down.
If my SO wasn't home earlier he might have succeeded.
.... O RLY bc it sure didn't seem like it .5 seconds ago....
So now I'm horny and laying in bed as he watches some horrible Netflix movie. FML
Brillo pads!! ( and some fabric softener -- my moms idea)
I'll definately look into bar keepers friend
Thanks y'all!