My twatwaffle is DH/marriage in general. This year has been so hard for us and we are in another fight now. I just wish he'd understand how crappy I feel and why I don't want to do my hair and dress up everyday. That is not a priority for me, but apparently it is for him. Also I have no energy and am borderline depressed. That is why the house is not clean and I don't want to cook.
Ugh sorry @AB34 my DH had a mini issue with the mess of a house yesterday and I lost it. He's usually super supportive but I think he's stressing too. I kept apologizing through tears about feeling like crap and that he knew what he was getting into with this so he shouldn't be surprised. He took it well and apologized. He also said he was going to clean up a bit today to "help me out" lol, we'll see!
My twatwaffle is the pizza party that one of our vendors is throwing right now at work. It smells so freaking good but I know the cheese is bad news bears right now so salad it is! I want that pizza so bad though!!!
My twatwaffle is the CEO of the place I work. When he found out I was pregnant, he said "Oh, I thought you were just getting fat." He is the king of sticking his foot in his mouth.
My twatwaffle is the bus driver this morning that decided to run into the puddle next to me. Thankfully I was able to react to minimize the splash. I moved closer into the sidewalk and tilted my umbrella downwards so no splash on my face. The tourist behind me wasn't that lucky however lol
My twatwaffle is the CEO of the place I work. When he found out I was pregnant, he said "Oh, I thought you were just getting fat." He is the king of sticking his foot in his mouth.
My twatwaffle is the CEO of the place I work. When he found out I was pregnant, he said "Oh, I thought you were just getting fat." He is the king of sticking his foot in his mouth.
I put this in late last night in Monday, but it bears repeating:
My mom decided to text me about how my step dad is upset that I want to name boy (if we have) after my fathers middle name, insisting he's (step-dad) my real dad. (I still keep in touch with my bio-dad. Mom moved me away from him when I was 10 and I love him dearly he's a great support for me.) I'm so pissed she could be selfish enough to tell me that. It's just not something you tell your child. Like, you're all ducking adults, just talk to me about it if you're upset. But my step dad won't call me, doesn't take me out for lunches, disapproves of my marriage. We never had a close relationship, although yes he technically "raised me". I'm currently in therapy for the lack of interpersonal skills my mother and step dad couldn't teach me. (Obviously, as you can tell from above drunken guilt trip.) they always make it about them! Which is why my DH and I got eloped also. So I say duck it, I'll name the baby after Harry Potter characters! At the end of all these texts my mom says "whoops, didn't mean to send that!" GTFO and GTFU.
This week I'm the twatwaffle. DH put on a movie he recorded on our DVR last night, and after 10-15 minutes of sheer boredom, I looked at him and said, "This movie sucks." He proceeded to tell me how it's about two people who connect through music and fall in love and that he recorded it because he thought I'd like it. Insert big fat foot in mouth. So to try to make it up to him, I sat through the rest of the movie. :-/
Mine is my car (or the dealership). I took it in to get it checked out thinking it was a loose belt. Instead, the whole AC needs to be rebuilt and I need all new brake stuff. Total cost: approx. $4,000. O-U-C-H!! Now I'm trying to figure out if my husband can do the repairs. Ugh, so mad
Twat Waffle is a co-worker who is up in my biz EVERY 5 MINUTES. She's driving me nutty. I will have a convo. with a co-worker and she's conveniently walks in the room pretending to look in the filing cabinets when she really wants to overhear what we are talking about and then start talking in the middle of my convo. Maybe it's the hormones but it's only Tuesday and I can't take her crap!!!!! My enrage and boiling point was yesterday prying into my lunch on the table asking what I had.....I'm thinking OMG, IT'S NOT YOUR LUNCHTIME B, STOP SNIFFING AND TOUCHING MY MOFO FOOD!!!!!!! NOT ACCEPTABLE!
This guest who is ranting to me about how I shouldn't sell SeaWorld tickets, but wants to go to Animal Kingdom. Newflash bitch, the parks all treat the animals the same (which is actually really, really well) and just because you watched one propaganda films and read something on FaceBook does not make you an expert. Maybe the chick in front of you that used to work there is though? If you're anti captivity I get it, and will respect that, but don't be a hypocrite.
@AB34@MamaBish I'm right there with you guys. This has been an especially tough week. DH and I have both been off this week. DH has stepped it up cooking lots and cleaning and helping majorly with DD, but throwing it in my face so much and nagging me to no end that I nap a lot (I admittedly nap a lot when DD does and go to bed at 730). I used to use DDs nap time to clean the house, but lately nap time for her is my time also. He knows it is temporary, but is being so mean about it. Normally I have energy to no end. I also don't care to put makeup on.
Being pregnant and the first years with kids put such a strain on your marriage
My twatwaffles today are the higher ups at my work. Our whole network took a crap, even the phones are down. And instead of just letting people take it easy for a few they are sending people to the file rooms to do file maintenance.
Granted, I haven't been roped into it - my job is still functional without access to the network - but I still think it's a shitty thing to do, especially right near Christmas.
Andplusalso, DH. Because I told him weeks ago when I scheduled today's NT ultrasound and tomorrow's exam and he's the one that said he wanted to come, but do you think he took the time off? No. So I'm going alone to both, because he doesn't get PTO and doesn't want to ask for time off with short notice. And I feel like he's guilt tripping me about the house being a mess and about the fact that we haven't had sex as often in the last month (because I haven't felt great, but I don't feel like that matters). Waaah.
My twatwaffle is three parts: first my DH is amazing 95% of the time. He cleans, does all the laundry, and puts it away as long as I do the cooking, which I love so it works great. However when he drinks he tends to have a loose lip. This weekend while we were playing cards with friends and he was drinking he decided to loudly announce that he did not like the baby name we had decided on for a boy. It was my grandfather's name and he is the one who suggested we use it in the first place. Also this was the worst time to talk about the issue because he was drinking and we were in front of friends.
Second part is the same parent who is still fighting with me over holiday break because I will not give her child points for a plagiarized paper. Get over it lady!
Last is the bank teller who took three customers before me even though I was next in line.
I put this in late last night in Monday, but it bears repeating:
My mom decided to text me about how my step dad is upset that I want to name boy (if we have) after my fathers middle name, insisting he's (step-dad) my real dad. (I still keep in touch with my bio-dad. Mom moved me away from him when I was 10 and I love him dearly he's a great support for me.) I'm so pissed she could be selfish enough to tell me that. It's just not something you tell your child. Like, you're all ducking adults, just talk to me about it if you're upset. But my step dad won't call me, doesn't take me out for lunches, disapproves of my marriage. We never had a close relationship, although yes he technically "raised me". I'm currently in therapy for the lack of interpersonal skills my mother and step dad couldn't teach me. (Obviously, as you can tell from above drunken guilt trip.) they always make it about them! Which is why my DH and I got eloped also. So I say duck it, I'll name the baby after Harry Potter characters! At the end of all these texts my mom says "whoops, didn't mean to send that!" GTFO and GTFU.
Tell them what I told my mom... "When you push it out of YOUR vagina, you can tell me what to name it."
1) The Pre-Migraine fog. I don't have time for you right now!
2) My oldest dog (she's only 5, and totally potty trained but an occasional a-hole) pooped on the carpet. Jerk.
3) My husband, who has been in charge of dog feeding because smells are awful right now, let the dogs run out of food. They had oatmeal, eggs, and bananas, made by yours truly, which I did not have the time to do this morning. Awesome.
4) Surprise houseguest tonight. The friend that I'm giving a ride to Reno to, after telling me multiple times to just pick her up on the way, suddenly cannot stand her mother for one more night and is coming to my house. I have to shampoo my carpets after work (see 2).
1) The Pre-Migraine fog. I don't have time for you right now!
2) My oldest dog (she's only 5, and totally potty trained but an occasional a-hole) pooped on the carpet. Jerk.
3) My husband, who has been in charge of dog feeding because smells are awful right now, let the dogs run out of food. They had oatmeal, eggs, and bananas, made by yours truly, which I did not have the time to do this morning. Awesome.
4) Surprise houseguest tonight. The friend that I'm giving a ride to Reno to, after telling me multiple times to just pick her up on the way, suddenly cannot stand her mother for one more night and is coming to my house. I have to shampoo my carpets after work (see 2).
Can it be bedtime already?
I call my two "stupid jerks" and "a-holes" when they hear the door bell or someone come in the front or back door. They jump off of the couch and startle me ALL THE TIME!
@Jodi1980 Mine pull that crap all of the time. Our friends know to just walk into the house instead of knocking, because that doesn't seem to trigger my dummies as much. My oldest dog (Princess A-hole) also pees when she gets excited, so I have to warn new people "Don't touch, talk to, or look at the black one", then immediately reassure them she's not aggressive, just a piddle pants. She really is a giant love, and it's heartbreaking to watch people greet my other two while I keep her on leash, but short of giving her 20 minutes to calm down around new people, we haven't found anything that keeps her from peeing.
The twat waffles are my cats. I love them to death but they're super clingy lately and if I ignore them they break stuff. Especially my boy, who is protective.
Whoever said cats only use us for food are wrong. These beasts are worse than over bearing parents sometimes.
The big storm that we are having is a twatwaffle. Roads are closed from downed trees and dangerous conditions. No water. After 14 hrs got the generator running so we finally have heat but nothing else really works. I couldn't sleep at all last night because snow and ice and branches or whatever kept falling and shaking the whole house. A tree fell on the little cabin next door but could have easily come our way. The snow is great for tourism, but enough is enough!!!
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DH and I have been in counseling for the past year and it was single handedly the best thing we did for our marriage and totally worth the cost. Having a baby is hard, and it brought up a lot of issues that we didn't realize that we needed to take care of until we were both sleep deprived and stressed. It saved our marriage and I tell people all the time that counseling is great and people shouldn't be ashamed of the stigma that it has.
@Nerdchild - Have you thought of using a Thundershirt? I have a dog who has anxiety issues and it has really made a difference when she's overly excited or anxious.
My TW is insurance. I work for a small non-profit and they always try to get the best deals/ cheapest deals and our plans always suck. We never know details until last minute and this year we have to make a decision in regards to which plan we choose and I literally have 24 hrs to make it because I go on vacation for a week starting on Christmas Eve.
I was finally feeling hungry so I requested being able to go out to dinner at the cheap place near us because I love their soup and DH loves their breakfasts. His response, "I was going to say yes but then I remembered that you will probably just puke it up" as I'm out finishing all the Christmas shopping he never helped with. I get home and ask if we are going after he refused to buzz me in too busy on his computer so I had put all the heavy bags down and the get the keys out then grab them all and walk up the three flights of stairs. He then says "so what are you going to do if you throw up?" When I asked what he meant he said " get the many back wasted for throwing it up" so I tell him to screw off and begin to make Mac and cheese I wait for the boiling water and when I finally dump in the noodles he says "we don't have any butter" so now I'm crying on my way to the store because my twat husband cares more about himself than being caring or thoughtful.
I was finally feeling hungry so I requested being able to go out to dinner at the cheap place near us because I love their soup and DH loves their breakfasts. His response, "I was going to say yes but then I remembered that you will probably just puke it up" as I'm out finishing all the Christmas shopping he never helped with. I get home and ask if we are going after he refused to buzz me in too busy on his computer so I had put all the heavy bags down and the get the keys out then grab them all and walk up the three flights of stairs. He then says "so what are you going to do if you throw up?" When I asked what he meant he said " get the many back wasted for throwing it up" so I tell him to screw off and begin to make Mac and cheese I wait for the boiling water and when I finally dump in the noodles he says "we don't have any butter" so now I'm crying on my way to the store because my twat husband cares more about himself than being caring or thoughtful.
I was finally feeling hungry so I requested being able to go out to dinner at the cheap place near us because I love their soup and DH loves their breakfasts. His response, "I was going to say yes but then I remembered that you will probably just puke it up" as I'm out finishing all the Christmas shopping he never helped with. I get home and ask if we are going after he refused to buzz me in too busy on his computer so I had put all the heavy bags down and the get the keys out then grab them all and walk up the three flights of stairs. He then says "so what are you going to do if you throw up?" When I asked what he meant he said " get the many back wasted for throwing it up" so I tell him to screw off and begin to make Mac and cheese I wait for the boiling water and when I finally dump in the noodles he says "we don't have any butter" so now I'm crying on my way to the store because my twat husband cares more about himself than being caring or thoughtful.
He needs to be slapped. When he asked "what are you going to do if you throw up" I would have said throw up! If you wanted the soup, get it. If you throw up, you throw up. There is nothing you can do to fix that. Doesn't he know that?! He needs to read a daddy to be book or something. He's being a douche.
I was finally feeling hungry so I requested being able to go out to dinner at the cheap place near us because I love their soup and DH loves their breakfasts. His response, "I was going to say yes but then I remembered that you will probably just puke it up" as I'm out finishing all the Christmas shopping he never helped with. I get home and ask if we are going after he refused to buzz me in too busy on his computer so I had put all the heavy bags down and the get the keys out then grab them all and walk up the three flights of stairs. He then says "so what are you going to do if you throw up?" When I asked what he meant he said " get the many back wasted for throwing it up" so I tell him to screw off and begin to make Mac and cheese I wait for the boiling water and when I finally dump in the noodles he says "we don't have any butter" so now I'm crying on my way to the store because my twat husband cares more about himself than being caring or thoughtful.
Go to dinner by yourself. That's what I'd do. Or go get some really tasty fast food so his jerkface has to smell it while you enjoy it. Or come over here - I'll take you out to dinner! You can order the most expensive things on the menu and I wont even care if you don't eat it all or puke it up later.
I went to my afore-mentioned NT ultrasound alone today, and then looked like a big airhead in front of the geneticist because I couldn't remember/wasn't sure about a whole bunch of DH's family history. Like, I couldn't even remember how many aunts/uncles he has, or who has the pacemakers.
@Lindsayleigh1989 Make your yummy mac and cheese because he can go sit by himself and eat his breakfast without your company....he deserves a swift kick in the a$s...i believe my DH thinks my fatigue is a "excuse" sometimes! I'd LOVE to switch the roll for even a few hours just to give them a taste!!! Props to you for all you did today! Write it down, keep a log and then read it in front of your doc and husband so you can make him look bad Feel Better!
@lindsayleigh78 I would wait until he's asleep and then hit him in the balls SO hard! When he wakes up screaming "Whyyy?!" Shout back "YOU KNOW WHY BITCH!"
i burnt my Mac and cheese I'm going to go cry in the corner now
@Lindsayleigh1989 Dude screw your DH. Go out and make a night of it. Take yourself out to eat, puke it up right on DH's fav spot for video games, then go do something you love! Shopping whatever. You deserve it.
Thank you ladies my Mac and cheese ended up being okay just threw the burnt bit away and DH finally ordered the dad pregnancy book I demanded he do I have an ice cream tree so things are looking up thanks for all of the support I so appreciate it!
I was finally feeling hungry so I requested being able to go out to dinner at the cheap place near us because I love their soup and DH loves their breakfasts. His response, "I was going to say yes but then I remembered that you will probably just puke it up" as I'm out finishing all the Christmas shopping he never helped with. I get home and ask if we are going after he refused to buzz me in too busy on his computer so I had put all the heavy bags down and the get the keys out then grab them all and walk up the three flights of stairs. He then says "so what are you going to do if you throw up?" When I asked what he meant he said " get the many back wasted for throwing it up" so I tell him to screw off and begin to make Mac and cheese I wait for the boiling water and when I finally dump in the noodles he says "we don't have any butter" so now I'm crying on my way to the store because my twat husband cares more about himself than being caring or thoughtful.
Whhhhhhhhat? I would flip my shit. I know it's sometimes hard for them to understand but he seriously needs to adjust his attitude.
Re: Twatwaffle Tuesday
Ugh. I love him but this ish is hard.
My twatwaffle is the pizza party that one of our vendors is throwing right now at work. It smells so freaking good but I know the cheese is bad news bears right now so salad it is! I want that pizza so bad though!!!
My twatwaffle is the bus driver this morning that decided to run into the puddle next to me. Thankfully I was able to react to minimize the splash. I moved closer into the sidewalk and tilted my umbrella downwards so no splash on my face. The tourist behind me wasn't that lucky however lol
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with the silent killers from this pregnancy, i'm sure our farts are pretty deadly. I am in
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My enrage and boiling point was yesterday prying into my lunch on the table asking what I had.....I'm thinking OMG, IT'S NOT YOUR LUNCHTIME B, STOP SNIFFING AND TOUCHING MY MOFO FOOD!!!!!!! NOT ACCEPTABLE!
Being pregnant and the first years with kids put such a strain on your marriage
Granted, I haven't been roped into it - my job is still functional without access to the network - but I still think it's a shitty thing to do, especially right near Christmas.
Andplusalso, DH. Because I told him weeks ago when I scheduled today's NT ultrasound and tomorrow's exam and he's the one that said he wanted to come, but do you think he took the time off? No. So I'm going alone to both, because he doesn't get PTO and doesn't want to ask for time off with short notice. And I feel like he's guilt tripping me about the house being a mess and about the fact that we haven't had sex as often in the last month (because I haven't felt great, but I don't feel like that matters). Waaah.
Second part is the same parent who is still fighting with me over holiday break because I will not give her child points for a plagiarized paper. Get over it lady!
Last is the bank teller who took three customers before me even though I was next in line.
1) The Pre-Migraine fog. I don't have time for you right now!
2) My oldest dog (she's only 5, and totally potty trained but an occasional a-hole) pooped on the carpet. Jerk.
3) My husband, who has been in charge of dog feeding because smells are awful right now, let the dogs run out of food. They had oatmeal, eggs, and bananas, made by yours truly, which I did not have the time to do this morning. Awesome.
4) Surprise houseguest tonight. The friend that I'm giving a ride to Reno to, after telling me multiple times to just pick her up on the way, suddenly cannot stand her mother for one more night and is coming to my house. I have to shampoo my carpets after work (see 2).
Can it be bedtime already?
Whoever said cats only use us for food are wrong. These beasts are worse than over bearing parents sometimes.
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That's it. This gif describes my life.
@Nerdchild - Have you thought of using a Thundershirt? I have a dog who has anxiety issues and it has really made a difference when she's overly excited or anxious.
My TW is insurance. I work for a small non-profit and they always try to get the best deals/ cheapest deals and our plans always suck. We never know details until last minute and this year we have to make a decision in regards to which plan we choose and I literally have 24 hrs to make it because I go on vacation for a week starting on Christmas Eve.
Or come over here - I'll take you out to dinner! You can order the most expensive things on the menu and I wont even care if you don't eat it all or puke it up later.
I went to my afore-mentioned NT ultrasound alone today, and then looked like a big airhead in front of the geneticist because I couldn't remember/wasn't sure about a whole bunch of DH's family history. Like, I couldn't even remember how many aunts/uncles he has, or who has the pacemakers.
Feel Better!