Walked into my classroom this morning, smells like something died in here. And I do not mean that a student left a pair of gym shoes over the weekend and it smells funky, it literally smells like some kind of animal crawled into a crevice somewhere in my room and croaked. And oh yeah, I was informed we have mice and/or rats. So its probably only a matter of time until I find a dead mouse, rat, snake, frog, lizard, or some other living thing that no longer IS.
I went to McD's for breakfast due to my timeline this morning. Usually I check my food before I leave and I didnt this time. They gave me an egg McMuffin with cheese and no ham.....thanks a lot McD's. I asked for it with no cheese. Dammit, I cant live off of hashbrowns.
I cried in my work parking lot, not only because I'm now starving, but I wasted $3 on food I can't even eat. I'm too trusting.
Holy crap looks like I missed a doozie of a thread this weekend!
To start off my Monday, I overslept BUT I made it into work on time and I didn't cut any corners! I'm still in this groggy sleep feeling.
It's been raining all weekend, which is very odd for this time of year. We even had quite a thunderstorm yesterday! What's going on with this crazy weather? We've had record highs all month long. This is nuts. It really makes me wonder about global warming. I know there's lots of opinions on it.
My drivers side headlight went out this morning. It won't get fixed until Wed when DH gets back. Despite the rain, I got pulled over and told to fix it, making me late for work.
Our tenants are being the biggest assholes despite us trying to smooth things over by offering to help move stuff or do repairs that are on their list. (They moved out last month and are paying rent on our house and their new mortgage.) We just want to get the house on the market. They have the right to decline since they are paying rent but I would think they would want to have the house sold ASAP so they are not obligated to pay rent for March if the house sells.
Last one MIL is being clingy and has called me six times over the weekend just to chat and make sure I was surviving without DH. Um, yes. I can manage on my own for a few days with a toddler and two dogs.
Can I bitch about missing the interesting posts this weekend?! Ha ha ha... oh lordy... but in all seriousness... who in their right mind schedules a meeting for 8:30 am on a Monday?! Boo!
My jerk coworker actually decided to be nice and take care of cell cultures for me last Friday when I was sick, but he contaminated most of them. I'm sure the rest will be contaminated when I come in tomorrow meaning I once again get to tell my boss sorry you now definitely won't have preliminary data for that grant you're writing. Ugh, this guy refuses to let me handle all the cultures yet his stuff is consistently getting contaminated and mine haven't had a problem in years. I guess I'm not incompetent like he thinks I am.
It was BEAUTIFUL weather this weekend (we're talking upper 70s) so I drove around with windows down and sunroof open. I closed the windows yesterday when I I got home, but evidently I didn't close the sunroof. This morning...it was raining! FUUUUUUUUDGECICLES!
Also, I was told this morning that I HAVE to take my class on a field trip with the 3-5 graders, PLUS the ENTIRE middle school on Wednesday. To watch 2 college basketball games. Normally, meh-I'd be cool with an impromptu field trip. But this is going to be UTTER CHAOS! And my kids don't have the attention span nor the desire to sit there for 5 hours. And it's my birthday. I'd rather do Christmasy crafts with them at school. We'd better be back in time for me to leave work early to get to my A/S scan!!
DS and I were sick all weekend with some shitty sinus/cold nonsense. Being sick sucks. Being sick pregnant REALLY sucks. Having a sick kiddo while also being sick yourself (and pregnant) just freaking BLOWS. I thought we were getting better last night, but everything imploded when we got up this morning. Needless to say, I'd been trying to bank up sick time but decided it's better to sacrifice a day and try to get better now than to drag it out.
+1 for getting a day full of cuddles with my big baby today at least. I've become hyper aware of the fact that after 5 years of being the only child, our days of full 1-on-1 time are becoming limited.
If all of my patients could stop being total morons, that'd be great. Seriously, I have a lot of patience for my "special guys" but if I ask you a specific question, don't lie and then tell me 40 minutes later that you just remembered something. That I asked you about. 40 minutes prior.
I pretty much posted my BFM in the Monday Ticker thread but I will repeat. Our yard has a huge area that is not grassed in because we have a fairly big tree that make sit really shady. Rain and dirt DO NOT go with two pups! Makes for muddy dogs and paw prints even with wiping their feet off!
I pretty much posted my BFM in the Monday Ticker thread but I will repeat. Our yard has a huge area that is not grassed in because we have a fairly big tree that make sit really shady. Rain and dirt DO NOT go with two pups! Makes for muddy dogs and paw prints even with wiping their feet off!
This is a BFM every...day. Our back yard SUCKS! In Florida you kind of have to "pick" your grass after construction, one does not equal the other. When our house was built the contractors put in the cheapest stuff available. It is SO patchy, and we've tried fixing it with sod patches, but in reality we need to rope off half the yard at a time, tear it up, and re-lay the sod with higher quality material. But until we do...it is a dust/mud pit depending on where you walk. And we have a Labrador...who retrieves by nature...which means we have to play at LEAST 2 games of fetch every day...which means dirt, dust, mud, etc. is tracked in my house ALL the time. It downpoured overnight so after her morning game, the paw prints are just ridiculous. And we wipe them off every time. Barely even matters. I hate it I just want our yard fixed!
OMG I can't believe I just did this, I feel like the biggest ass & idiot. A real nice coworker came around the corner, asked how I was doing and I said good. Then she went on to say she's having a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit and to try and make her feel better I said I really don't like Christmas that much either, which is normal for me. She then said about two years ago, this was when her Grandpa started going downhill and still haven't gotten over it. So I shared my story to her about us finding out my uncle died on Christmas, his wife found him in bed next to her. We found out at our Christmas party later that afternoon, so the whole family was there when we got the news. I was only trying to relate to make her feel better but after everything was said and done and thinking about it I feel like a complete ass, because that can also easily be taken as if I'm trying to one up her or make her feelings irrelevant. I even apologized to her and said I'm really sorry, I was only trying to make you feel better. OMG. I'm so stupid at times. I am not sure what I can say to her to actually give her some comfort because I really do feel stupid.
I hate to bitch about snow, because I'm always thrilled when the weather behaves like it's supposed to, but if it could maybe not rain the night before dumping eight inches on my morning commute, that'd be great, thanks. It took me an hour to drive two miles to the elementary school, because even the 4wd was useless on two inches of ice under the snow. I almost didn't take them to school, because uphill drive! but I got a passive aggressive email from the school about still being in session this morning, so off they went. Late. And I shall return, in the same weather, to pick them up. Yay.
I'm not sure how many times I have to have the conversation with my fiancé about the groceries. If he wants something added he needs to tell me. If he wants something other than the meals I've chosen, he needs to tell me when I discuss it with him. If he doesn't want to spend money on groceries he should let me plant a garden, and be more cool with vegetarian meals. I swear I was only eating off of $30 a week before we started dating, and since he just has to have meat at practically every meal we spend so much on groceries!
It usually isn't a problem unless I take his debit card for the day so I can actually feed us. Then it's all the sudden a huge issue, inconvenience, and "don't go over blah blah blah." Ugh. Add me to your bank account like you keep forgetting to do, and let me be in charge of our budget, which you keep saying you want me to do. (I think he's secretly scared of not having unlimited access to the money he makes, so he can randomly buy himself crap.)
My BFM goes out to my SO. He acted like a brat all weekend. Then yesterday morning, before we leave to go have our maternity photos taken he started an argument which we were luckily able to table until after the photo session (Hopefully the frustration doesn't reflect in the photos) then it picked right back up before bed last night.
Also, he randomly decided last night that he's second guessing the name we've picked for our child...It was hard enough for us to finally agree on one we both like weeks ago and suddenly he's changed his mind and we're back to square one. Part of me thinks he's just said that to be a bitch.
I just figured out 10 minutes ago that I completely mis-read directions from my boss for a 10am meeting. So now I'm going in way less prepared than I should be...and her request isn't really a reasonable one to begin with. I should have figured this out last week and had some conversations leading up to the meeting about what she's looking for, but my brain was already in vacation mode last week and apparently my reading comprehension also sucked yay me.
The weekends are way to short and Monday comes way too fast. I feel like we were running around doing things ALL weekend, yet I have no idea what we accomplished aside from mailing our Christmas cards. What an annoying feeling. No rest and nothing to show for it?!
Also, my boss is out of the office from now until January 5th so of course she sent 5 million e mails late Friday night all through the weekend to get things off her to-do list. I just LOVE coming into work on a Monday to a shit ton of e mails from the weekend. Maybe if she actually delegated she would have time to finish these things during normal working hours so the rest of us aren't waiting and waiting and then stressed as hell when she finally gets to everything. Ugh!
And lastly why can't I stop eating?! I have never felt like this before. I'm not even hungry I just feel like I want to eat 24/7! And not healthy things, of course.
One more BFM goes out to my level of heartburn. I cannot stand to eat tums. I'd rather deal with the heartburn because, eww, but this last week I've had the heartburn so bad that I've had to resort to eating tums. Except right now because I have none.
Walked into my classroom this morning, smells like something died in here. And I do not mean that a student left a pair of gym shoes over the weekend and it smells funky, it literally smells like some kind of animal crawled into a crevice somewhere in my room and croaked. And oh yeah, I was informed we have mice and/or rats. So its probably only a matter of time until I find a dead mouse, rat, snake, frog, lizard, or some other living thing that no longer IS.
When I was in high school, a rat died in the ceiling tiles in the physics classroom. It stunk SO bad for a really long time.
We also had this super quirky physics teacher (who was also really, really awesome) who took the dead rat stuff and just ran with it the rest of the year. Literally every single problem we had in homework or an exam used a dead rat as an example.
Dear DH, Please do not EVER mix two different bags of chips into 1 chip bag EVER again. Sincerely, Your upset pregnant wife who stuck her hand into a Doritos bag and had a Lay's sour cream and cheddar chip in her hand.
This is probably TMI but I'm so frustrated with my hormones. Sex is terrible, it burns and it hurts because my freaking punani is a damn desert with no oasis in sight! I give it up to DH once every couple of weeks because I can't stand the dry pain. It's like rubbing sandpaper together. I've been so preoccupied with other things than to go out and buy an aid to help. I would really like to enjoy sex with my partner again.
This is probably TMI but I'm so frustrated with my hormones. Sex is terrible, it burns and it hurts because my freaking punani is a damn desert with no oasis in sight! I give it up to DH once every couple of weeks because I can't stand the dry pain. It's like rubbing sandpaper together. I've been so preoccupied with other things than to go out and buy an aid to help. I would really like to enjoy sex with my partner again.
Amazon.com. We buy all condom and lube needs from there, and it's at the door in two days, thank you Prime shipping!
This is probably TMI but I'm so frustrated with my hormones. Sex is terrible, it burns and it hurts because my freaking punani is a damn desert with no oasis in sight! I give it up to DH once every couple of weeks because I can't stand the dry pain. It's like rubbing sandpaper together. I've been so preoccupied with other things than to go out and buy an aid to help. I would really like to enjoy sex with my partner again.
Also prob TMI, but I can't stop the river of discharge. It literally won't stop- it has to dry up at some point, right? Please tell me there isn't a never-ending supply of the stuff.
I am so tired of middle school students not listening. Ever. To anything I say. Unless it isn't important or any of their business, then they hear and remember it like it was recorded. I'm just so over this. And I wish I could say "but break is almost here!" except my stupid district is the ONLY one in our area that actually still has school next week. WTAF?! We have a full day Monday and a half day on Tuesday. It is completely absurd and stupid and just makes me seethe angrily. And yes, I'm aware that as teachers we get days off other professions don't, but seriously try dealing with break ready 12 year olds and endure. I also live in a different district from where I teach...which happens to finish Friday. So on top of having to actually come in and work I have to deal with all the kids in my neighborhood being off. NOT FAIR. First world problems, I know...
Your not alone. Several of the schools out here are going through Wed. It was a huge ordeal with some of my Co workers but I remember several years in Hs going through the 23rd. I even had tests those days so we'd stay focused.
The hormones hit me hard for the first time today. I had to go talk to an education counselor, and I left feeling beyond confused and overwhelmed. She also took plenty of time to belittle my education path and the fact that I have a job to do that is more important than attending a million fucking briefings that are worthless anyway. You've been in your job nearly twice as long as I've been alive, lady! I held it together on my drive home but DH just gave me a big hug when I walked inside, knowing I've had a bad afternoon, and I just lost it. And then he fell asleep on my shoulder while I cried and talked about all the terrible things I wanted to do to that old bat, the most appealing of which was kicking her walker out while she toddled down the halls. Screw you, Monday, and screw you too, hormones!
This is probably TMI but I'm so frustrated with my hormones. Sex is terrible, it burns and it hurts because my freaking punani is a damn desert with no oasis in sight! I give it up to DH once every couple of weeks because I can't stand the dry pain. It's like rubbing sandpaper together. I've been so preoccupied with other things than to go out and buy an aid to help. I would really like to enjoy sex with my partner again.
Also prob TMI, but I can't stop the river of discharge. It literally won't stop- it has to dry up at some point, right? Please tell me there isn't a never-ending supply of the stuff.
But yes, it hurts
It can often increase even more in the 3rd tri (sorry, don't hate me), but after delivery and recovery, things go back to normal.
NC seriously needs to get it together! We're half way through December and it was 77 today and raining which means HUMIDITY! When I stepped outside today to let the dog out I felt so sticky and just ew! Oh and I went to Yankee Candle the other day and bought the Merry Mint candle from the Pure Radiance collection, it smelt so good and strong in the jar but when I brought it home, it had no smell! Luckily I got to exchange it and my new candle smells amazing. Also, I'm finally off work tomorrow so wish me luck on my Christmas shopping!
One more BFM goes out to my level of heartburn. I cannot stand to eat tums. I'd rather deal with the heartburn because, eww, but this last week I've had the heartburn so bad that I've had to resort to eating tums. Except right now because I have none.
I've been so stressed lately, totally need to vent. My mom insists on us moving out of our apartment because she thinks you have to own a home if you're going to have a baby. Sure it's ideal, but right now we live in a nice apartment, plenty of room, inexpensive rent for what we get, and a retired family friend who is going to help watch the baby when I go back to work lives literally right next door. So super convenient. So we weren't going to look for a house really seriously for another year or two but she keeps pressuring me. Then I will likely schedule a c-section because of a issues with a spinal surgery I had awhile ago, and my DH's grandparents think that stairs are absolutely out of the question impossible after a c-section, and I have a few steps to go up to get into our place. They seem to think i won't be able to do anything but lay there for months after surgery. So they are insisting we move out of our place, move in with them, and look for an apartment or house with no stairs later. Which I get along with them great and love them like they were my own grandparents, but I really don't want for 4 adults and a baby to be crammed in one house. And they are very hands on, so I know they will try to take over everything and I'm going to be afraid to stand up for myself too much because I don't want to offend them. I don't get to be a STM so I am really looking forward to having 3 months of maternity leave to bond with my baby, and I'm afraid I won't get that same bonding living with his grandparents. And DH was raised by them and has always wanted to live with them again. Grandma waits on him hand & foot and she's never worked outside the home so has time to make everything literally spotless, which he's said in the past he wished our house was always that clean. Well when he doesn't help one bit and i work full time or more it's not possible. DH says it's just an option and we don't have to move in with them. But I'm afraid I'm going to get talking into it. Then I have a feeling my mom is mad because she got us a crib, which I do really appreciate and I'm grateful for, but I saw one I liked at babies r us that was a bit sturdier and asked her if I could sell the one she got us to a friend and get the other one. She said "it's fine" but I'm pretty sure she's mad. Ugh. I hate feeling like I need to please everyone but myself. So stressful. But so nice to vent!
24wks and have no energy. This is baby #3 for us. I love being a sahm. But my house like implodes over the weekend whenhubby is home. Like I don't even understand how it's easier to keep the house clean and picked up all week with a 1&3 yr old than the weekends lol. I know he doesn't mean to make things messy or prob even realizes it.
Sorry, doctors office, that I can't do middle of the day appointments, when I work an hour from home/Doctor. It kills my whole day, and I need that sick time for, oh, WHEN I HAVE A BABY. No need to get bitchy with me about it.
Had my AS today and all looks good, but my goodness the torture of holding it in! Drank water an hour before as directed but arrived 10 mins earlt almost peeing myself. And they were running late! I had to partially let out a bit about 3 times before and follow up with more water. Ppl wait thought something was wrong from all my dancing and almost punching the wall. Glad to see that our baby boy is doing great but now i feel like my bladder is sore.
I've been so stressed lately, totally need to vent. My mom insists on us moving out of our apartment because she thinks you have to own a home if you're going to have a baby. Sure it's ideal, but right now we live in a nice apartment, plenty of room, inexpensive rent for what we get, and a retired family friend who is going to help watch the baby when I go back to work lives literally right next door. So super convenient. So we weren't going to look for a house really seriously for another year or two but she keeps pressuring me. Then I will likely schedule a c-section because of a issues with a spinal surgery I had awhile ago, and my DH's grandparents think that stairs are absolutely out of the question impossible after a c-section, and I have a few steps to go up to get into our place. They seem to think i won't be able to do anything but lay there for months after surgery. So they are insisting we move out of our place, move in with them, and look for an apartment or house with no stairs later. Which I get along with them great and love them like they were my own grandparents, but I really don't want for 4 adults and a baby to be crammed in one house. And they are very hands on, so I know they will try to take over everything and I'm going to be afraid to stand up for myself too much because I don't want to offend them. I don't get to be a STM so I am really looking forward to having 3 months of maternity leave to bond with my baby, and I'm afraid I won't get that same bonding living with his grandparents. And DH was raised by them and has always wanted to live with them again. Grandma waits on him hand & foot and she's never worked outside the home so has time to make everything literally spotless, which he's said in the past he wished our house was always that clean. Well when he doesn't help one bit and i work full time or more it's not possible. DH says it's just an option and we don't have to move in with them. But I'm afraid I'm going to get talking into it. Then I have a feeling my mom is mad because she got us a crib, which I do really appreciate and I'm grateful for, but I saw one I liked at babies r us that was a bit sturdier and asked her if I could sell the one she got us to a friend and get the other one. She said "it's fine" but I'm pretty sure she's mad. Ugh. I hate feeling like I need to please everyone but myself. So stressful. But so nice to vent!
No. If you are financially independent, you have no obligation whatsoever to listen to anything your family is telling you. If they are concerned about your mobility, they could offer to come help you out while you recover.
Had my AS today and all looks good, but my goodness the torture of holding it in! Drank water an hour before as directed but arrived 10 mins earlt almost peeing myself. And they were running late! I had to partially let out a bit about 3 times before and follow up with more water. Ppl wait thought something was wrong from all my dancing and almost punching the wall. Glad to see that our baby boy is doing great but now i feel like my bladder is sore.
I didn't need a full bladder for my anatomy scan... Sounds miserable!!!!
Re: BFM 12/14/15
I cried in my work parking lot, not only because I'm now starving, but I wasted $3 on food I can't even eat. I'm too trusting.
Holy crap looks like I missed a doozie of a thread this weekend!
To start off my Monday, I overslept BUT I made it into work on time and I didn't cut any corners! I'm still in this groggy sleep feeling.
It's been raining all weekend, which is very odd for this time of year. We even had quite a thunderstorm yesterday! What's going on with this crazy weather? We've had record highs all month long. This is nuts. It really makes me wonder about global warming. I know there's lots of opinions on it.
It's a boy! Grow baby, grow! EDD: 4/22/2016
Our tenants are being the biggest assholes despite us trying to smooth things over by offering to help move stuff or do repairs that are on their list. (They moved out last month and are paying rent on our house and their new mortgage.) We just want to get the house on the market. They have the right to decline since they are paying rent but I would think they would want to have the house sold ASAP so they are not obligated to pay rent for March if the house sells.
Last one MIL is being clingy and has called me six times over the weekend just to chat and make sure I was surviving without DH. Um, yes. I can manage on my own for a few days with a toddler and two dogs.
+1 for getting a day full of cuddles with my big baby today at least. I've become hyper aware of the fact that after 5 years of being the only child, our days of full 1-on-1 time are becoming limited.
It's a boy! Grow baby, grow! EDD: 4/22/2016
It usually isn't a problem unless I take his debit card for the day so I can actually feed us. Then it's all the sudden a huge issue, inconvenience, and "don't go over blah blah blah." Ugh. Add me to your bank account like you keep forgetting to do, and let me be in charge of our budget, which you keep saying you want me to do. (I think he's secretly scared of not having unlimited access to the money he makes, so he can randomly buy himself crap.)
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Nov siggy challenge: animals eating Thanksgiving food
Rhys - born 04.17.2013
Harry - born 04.18.2016
It's a boy! Grow baby, grow! EDD: 4/22/2016
Also, my boss is out of the office from now until January 5th so of course she sent 5 million e mails late Friday night all through the weekend to get things off her to-do list. I just LOVE coming into work on a Monday to a shit ton of e mails from the weekend. Maybe if she actually delegated she would have time to finish these things during normal working hours so the rest of us aren't waiting and waiting and then stressed as hell when she finally gets to everything. Ugh!
And lastly why can't I stop eating?! I have never felt like this before. I'm not even hungry I just feel like I want to eat 24/7! And not healthy things, of course.
It's a boy! Grow baby, grow! EDD: 4/22/2016
We also had this super quirky physics teacher (who was also really, really awesome) who took the dead rat stuff and just ran with it the rest of the year. Literally every single problem we had in homework or an exam used a dead rat as an example.
Please do not EVER mix two different bags of chips into 1 chip bag EVER again.
Sincerely,
Your upset pregnant wife who stuck her hand into a Doritos bag and had a Lay's sour cream and cheddar chip in her hand.
But yes, it hurts