I am having a really hard time keeping my house clean. Hard time as in, it's not getting done at all. I looked around tonight and there is literally not one more clean/uncluttered surface. Granted, my house is really small but still! I'm to the point where I have so much to do that I'm overwhelmed and end up doing nothing. Also, what do you guys do about dog hair and baby? I try to sweep/vacuum daily, even though it doesn't always happen and it's just crazy. Ever since starting back to work my house has just gone downhill. We get out clean clothes from the laundry basket and the other day all our plates/utensils were dirty and there is only two of us! I just don't know how some people do it. I will say that the house tends to be in better order when DH is on a work trip then when he's home but I can't really complain about that since he is the main cook (but does he really have to use all the pans every time?).
At work everything is so organized and I come home and want to be that way. I'm that ocd, label maker, don't like things to be crooked kind of person and I come home and just want to leave again. I can't wait until we can buy/build a new house. 1150sq ft just isn't getting it anymore.
I'm obviously having a hormonal kind of day and I know big picture this is pretty petty stuff but, does anyone else get it?? im just so frustrated. Feel free to share!
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what drives me crazy is when my husband comments about how he can't wait till I can get the house back in order, I had finally gotten a grip on it when we decided to start trying to get pregnant last year. Our house is 3200 sq ft but that includes a finished basement that I only worry about before company comes. The problem is that it is a lot space for LOs to leave toys and crap everywhere. Once you can get a handle on things it won't be so bad but it takes times. I wish we could afford to have someone come clean once a week or even every other week. My husband was suppose to get a big raise and that would have made it possible to get some help but his company is being purchased and there's a hold on all that stuff.
Vent:. So happy this election is over. My aunt's are so flipping annoying on Facebook! They treat it like Twitter. God forbid there was a debate or speech on cause every couple minutes they'd put up a status "liar" "omg r u kidding" "you tell em". A, we have no idea what you're talking about and B, noone would care if we did!!! I'd wake up the morning after a speech and there will be like 40 status updates from each aunt. I don't wanna see political crap! I wanna see the pictures from my friends party!
I have the Bissell robot vacuum that I try to run at least every other day just to keep the floors kind of clean. I also have a Furminator and a Zoom Groom that I use on my dogs once a week, which takes about 30 mins to groom them because they have so much dang hair (the name German short-haired pointer is very misleading lol).
I also just recently discovered the Chom chom roller....seriously love this thing. I use it to get all the dog hair off the furniture. I definitely don't have time to vacuum the furniture as much as it needs it, so this thing is amazing!
https://www.amazon.com/ChomChom-Roller-Dog-Hair-Remover/dp/B00BAGTNAQ
I was at the pharmacy, waiting to get my flu shot, and I was rocking Damien in his stroller when an older lady (late 60s I think) came over and started talking to him. Not to me, mind you, just him. He was so close to falling asleep because of the rocking so I was hoping her "visit" would be quick and quiet. She wandered away for a minute and then from off to the side, outside my periphery, this hand appears and grabs hold of the stroller. This old lady proceeds to pull the stroller away from me toward her, all the while chatting to sleeping Damien. DON'T TOUCH MY FUCKING STROLLER! I don't mind folks checking him out and talking to him/me whatsoever, but no one, and I do mean NO ONE, grabs my stroller from me. I firmly but calmly told her to let go of my stroller and asked her not to do that again. She muttered something under her breath and walked off.
Married: 11/2013
M: 6/2016 E: 5/2018
Ditto on all the difficulties keeping up with the house. I feel doubly overwhelmed bc everything is a mess since we're not unpacked yet, and cleaning in the middle of an unpacked mess is no fun.
I've decided that when I go back to work i'm going to get a cleaning service bc i'm not going to spend my precious time at home cleaning instead of with the baby. And DH just doesn't see dirt....
Edit: I should make this story better by mentioning that he had a 13 year old cat who used to have his litter box on the carpeted area before DH moved in, and would regularly forget that it got moved and mess on the floor instead. Bleh
Married: 11/2013
M: 6/2016 E: 5/2018
Every day I've looked forward to my husband coming home so I could rest while he took care of Damien. NOPE. Tuesday night he went out last minute with some buddies after work, got home at about 9:40pm, and then proceeded to be a Chatty Cathy until nearly 11pm. Last night, again looking for some reprieve, he decided to spend the evening wrapped up in researching some tv streaminging thing. When I asked if he wanted to help me with Damien, he said he really wanted to figure out the streaming thing. Right. He also informed me right before I went to bed that tonight he has a hair appt at 7pm. The condo is a wreck and I don't have the energy to cook so we've been dipping into some soups and such that his Mom made for us (yay!). If ever I needed him to step up, it's this week. Plus I haven't been home much to take it easy since Damien had a pediatrician appt on Monday, I had my flu shot yesterday, and today I have an appt with the cranial band guy for Damien's helmet.
The frustrating part is that he took care of Damien all weekend while I was gone and told me that the experience made him realize just how much I do for the family and that he needs to do more to help out. I know I should just say something to him but I was really hoping I wouldn't have to....oh well.
@vintagevix2016 , if I had seen my hubby's face I would have dumped all 3 kids on him lol!
Sept '11-April '13 ~ Testing, failed multiple MFI treatments, saving & TONS of praying
January 2014 ~ IVF/ICSI & PGS ~ no response to stims ~ converted to IUI ~ BFN
February 2014 ~ On to donor embyros ~ 5 blasts!!!
March 2014 ~ FET #1 ~ Transferred 2 blasts ~ BFN
July 2014 ~ Kliman's mock cycle with endometrial function test
Sample too small for EFT, HE slide showed immature cells
New protocol planned, saving for another biopsy for EFT
January 2015 ~ Considering adoption options
April 2015 ~ Privately arranged adoption of planned pregnancy
DD#1 ~ Lillyana Violet Marie born 6/15/16, Finalized adoption 12/20/16
July 13, 2018 ~ BFP....WTF?!?!
7/16 Beta #1 ~ 466...7/18 Beta #2 ~ 1,077...7/23 Beta #3 ~ 5,291
7/23 US #1 ~ 1 gestational sac seen and yolk sac
7/30 US #2 and 1st OB appt ~ 1 perfectly round gestational sac, 1 perfect yolk sac and 1 teeny tiny heart beat seen!!!
Today was rough with Damien, he was in a foul mood all day. He also had to get a cast done of his head for his cranial band and he haaaated that...never seen/heard him scream so hard. This evening when I put him to bed, he cried so hard he projectile vomited. I think he might be teething or something or could just be a bad day. Tomorrow is another day. I just want to sleep!
Maybe I'll get a Starbucks drink on the way home from taking DS to school today or something. I just feel completely spent and need something to remind me I'm human.
Finally we have a break and DH is wondering why i'm carrying her awkwardly, have a blanket wrapped around her, and i won't sit down to test the mattress. I whisper again and he laughs again, like he forgot.
Meanwhile I need to use the bathroom myself to pee plus i have my period and i'm on blood thinners so it's very heavy, which i mention to DH as I give him the baby and say I'll check out the facilities while I'm there, to see if I can change her there. (There was no place to change her in the restroom.)
I come back and DH gives me the baby while he goes off to test mattresses again, i desperately ask the salesman if he cares if I just change her on the floor (i have disposable changing pads). The salesman wanted to find a bed or couch for me to use (he didn't know how bad her diaper was), but I said no, if you don't mind me using the floor I don't mind, and I just ducked down next to a bed and changed her. i'm trying to figure out which of her stained clothes I absolutely have to put back on her, and I hear the salesman tell DH I'm down there changing her, and DH says, "yeah she's a little trooper" about the baby! I said WHAT, how about her mom! And he's like what's the matter with you, what did I say wrong?
Sigh... thanks for listening lol
So today was the one and only real day I had to visit with my parents and brother's family. Dh has spent the entire day (except for dinner) either sleeping, playing on his phone, or watching hunting videos on his phone (right next to SIL who is a vegan and animal activist). He has not helped with the kids not at all, even though dd is teething really badly, he has been rude to my brother and his wife (I know he doesn't like them, but it's one day! And they have been super nice to him). And he got mad that I wouldn't have sex last night in the room where we are sleeping with all three kids. His excuse for everything "I didn't sleep well in the hunt."
Now I have to leave tomorrow and spend 3 days entertaining his family in my home, and I just don't even want to leave. If I had my own way home I would just stay till Sunday with the kids.
Ok, vent over
Example 1: We are staying in the bedroom adjacent to the living room and there is a large gap in the french doors so lots of light and sound easily floods into our room. I asked my Dad if I could turn off ONE lamp and he huffed over it. Nevermind that all the other lights are one, he must have ALL of them on. I explained that the light really illuminates the bedroom and Damien is trying to sleep but he still seemed so put out.
Example 2: My aunt was wearing heels in the kitchen upstairs and sounds carry easily so I politely asked if she minded not wearing them. She had absolutely no issue with the request and totally understood my concern about the noise. When my mom found out, she scoffed and said, "It's not like the kitchen is above the bedroom!!"
Example 3: Downstairs is always 5 degrees colder than upstairs and with all the cooking in the kitchen, the AC was running all day. Well it was 65deg in our bedroom and Damien was not handling it well. I casually mentioned it to my Mom and her response was, "Well it gets warm so we let it run." She was 100% against me turning off the AC and opening a window in the kitchen so poor Damien is so cold despite his flannel PJs and the fact that he is ij gloves and socks too.
I dunno, it's like any time I make a request that will help Damien sleep, if it is an inconvenience to them, they won't do it or they complain.
I told my Dad that he will need to try to tone it down during the big game on Saturday since Damien will be trying to nap at various points and he flat out told me that he wouldn't and I should move him elsewhere in the house. This is despite the fact that there are FOUR other TVs in the house in locations that sound wouldn't be as much of an issue.
Am I making outrageous requests? Asking too much?
That's crazy. If you are a guest, they should make you feel comfortable within reason of course. Lol don't expect mints on pillows. None of your requests were too much.
@adiaz132003 The mints on pillows idea I like and I think I might need to do for Christmas for fun. I can make it my boys task, It'll only be 2 pillows so that's not bad and maybe my boys would start making their beds if I put a little mint on the pillows if the bed was made before school.
Back when we had a set up guest room I almost did it but I have cats sooooo... Lol I did however have a basket filled with bottles water, breath mints and small packages of nuts. And we had a draw filled with "oh no I firgit *blank*" Travel sized toiletries and a shelf with bathrobes and towels.