I need this vent today. My family has been upset and I've been helping my dad fact check for my grandmother's obituary today after this morning receiving news that my grandmother had a massive stroke. She has late stage Alzheimer's and has been in assisted care. She had a fall, broke several ribs, has internal bleeding and has been in the hospital.
A short time ago we received word that she did not have a stroke. Someone in the hospital mixed up her chart with another. So that person and the hospital is a major twatwaffle for telling us she only has a few days to live, and now that other poor family receiving such grim news.
Re: Twatwaffle Tuesday
I feel like a twatwaffle because I decided to start eating healthy. I. Am. Starving. And I miss pizza and cookies.
"But you get to see her more than I do." "Well you can wake up 3x a night with me since she's decided to stop sttn."
Sorry, I know it's not Tuesday anymore, but oh well.
Whatever animal is stuck in our wall is a twatwaffle. At first I thought it was a squirrel or chipmunk that fell between the wall frame from the attic, but now I'm thinking it might be a bird that got in through the dryer vent. My DH says he'll handle it and that he "knows people," but after seeing a youtube video of a bird stuck in a dryer hose and almost knocking it off the dryer and getting into the house, I'm paranoid. And I need to do laundry.
Actually, I wish the borough our first house was in had required a sewer connection inspection when we bought it. If it had, we might still be living in Pennsylvania!
To be fair, I would think that a vanilla bean frapp us just a combo of ice, sugar, and syrup
I know it's way past Tuesday, but housework is a TW. I can never feel caught up. And if I spend time on it, I feel guilty for not playing with DD. DH is also kind of a TW for making comments about it. He claims he's not criticizing and that my time with DD takes priority. He'll get a taste of it when I'm back at work and he takes paternity leave in a week. (My school is NOT a TW for l for giving employees 6 weeks of paternity leave!)
Hubby got a good taste over the summer. I was so sick I was barely functioning and he was unemployed so he had DS and all the housework. I've gotten a flood of compliments since on how amazing and wonderful I am.
ETA: I literally cried for 5 minutes at the thought of losing pictures of him.
I decided that I don't need my husband for everything and that I can handle putting the double stroller together. Well I missed one little direction and now it is unusable. I called Graco and they won't have replacement parts until May! Ugh.
I'm now on my way to Target to see if they can help me, even though it is not in any way their fault and I'm way past my return date.
Hopefully they will recognize me because I'm there at least once a week, if not more, and help me out.
I have never been this annoyed with myself. Ever.
ETA - Target was nice enough to let me exchange it. Thank you Target!!