Maybe a little TMI….
December 2, 2008 § 3 Comments
The kids are fine. Well, as fine as you can be when you wake up caked in snot….. poor little Melissa. And let me just tell you how much they love having their noses wiped or sucked out. They have both mastered the art of the “gator roll” and will try to roll away from any tissue or aspirator. They are both so stinkin’ strong. I suppose that is great considering they were so little and premature. But what the heck am I going to do when they have a tantrum when they are two or three years old. They are a real handful now….I think I am going to be in trouble.
I must be the world’s worst mother….my babies ate stove top stuffing for supper last night. They love it. They fed themselves. Not really the healthiest meal in the world……..
And for other news:
Both my hubby and my mother have been asking me what they can get me for Christmas. I had a couple ideas…..
1) a new pair of cowboy boots (square toe). I had a real nice pair a few years ago, but Sasha decided that they were tasty and ate one of them when she was a puppy.
2) A phillies Hoody sweatshirt or jersey or tickets for a game next season.
3) A gym membership to a place close to the house that has childcare for $10 per kid per month. I want something for me. Something that will constructively get me out of the house to do something other than grocery shopping.
Believe it or not, the 3rd one caused yet another fight with the hubby. You would think that he would want me to be in shape. You would think that he would want me to be able to work off some of my stress doing something other than sucking down alcoholic beverages. No, he thinks I want to do it so I can “flirt” and be a “social butterfly” and sleep with the first guy that tells me that I am pretty. I give up.I told him that I didn’t want a husband who was a warden. He says he can’t trust me but yet has given me no opportunity to prove my trustworthiness. He tells me that I am allowed to go out with my friends anytime I want. The problem with that is all of my friends are at the firehouse and I am not ALLOWED to go near the firehouse. So, yeah, it is kind of hard to get together with friends. It is a double edged sword and frankly, I am so done with fighting over the same crap over and over and over (and I am sure you are tired of hearing about it). There was more (very mature) name calling and yelling and at one point I told him to get a divorce attorney because if this is how the rest of my life is going to be, I don’t want it. I went to bed. He came up and was all teary eyed and (3 drinks in) because I didn’t just agree with what he was saying, I was a cold-hearted b*tch. So, I went to sleep. He was up a bunch of times in the night and I really didn’t care. If he falls asleep at work, that is his problem. The kids were only up once in the night. They started talking to each other at 4 am but we just let them go.
So, another joy of pure joy here at my house. More laundry, more dishes, more of the same, every day, the monotony………..