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General whinging
** H wants to start the kitchen reno. It really needs to be done. We do have the funds for it, but 1) I'm too tight to part with the money; 2) I don't feel like living in a construction zone (would have been easier to this before we got Delta); 3) I don't feel like dealing with contractors, building engineers and kitchen designers. All of which just want our money that I don't really want to part with in the first place. And that's if any of them bother to show up (that's a real problem up this way).
** Since I started this new job I have had zero energy or motivation to do anything around the house. It's almost as if my brain is going "yeah right. you don't use me for 2+ years and now you want full time access? Sure, I'll catch up with you when I can"
** Tomorrow is obedience training and I need to make pupcakes, but I figure since I am not cooking dinner for H, it would be kind of rude to cook for the dog.
and I just asked H how to spell whinging. I hear "if the "e" goes away the "ing" is here to stay". Right, like I expected to hear a year three grammer lesson.
Now you go.
Re: General whinging
OK, here's mine...
I love my parents and I love and appreciate SO much them coming here to help with Leo and the baby but I have to admit I am ready for them to leave on Saturday. Well, my mom. My house is a friggin' DISASTER at all times b/c she leaves stuff all around. The only thing I asked of her while she was here was to help with dinners, that is, preparing them and having it done by 6 pm every night for when dh gets home. Almost every night it's the same convo about what I want for dinner and we aren't eating until late which is completely screwing with Leo and sleeping.
Also, add in the fact that by the time they leave I would have had people staying with us for a month and I am just ready to have my own space back and just get on with dealing with the two kids on my own.
But seriously, I really am very appreciative of the help I have been getting.
Have you tried her with cheese? we cut up small pieces of cheese for maddy. Thats a no cooking treat
Right, here's mine.
Fed up with my sick dog. This has been going on a month and a half now. Steroids didn't work, antibiotics didn't work, biopsy didn't find anything and now I'm trying to get him to the vest for blood tests except they won't do it unless we can get a muzzle on him. Got it on before we left the house but he wouldn't walk with it on - started clawing at his face so much that he was dripping blood. Took muzzle off. Went to vets and they tried to get me to put a muzzle on him there. Dog ate lots of cheese. Refused all attempts at muzzle. Came home. Vet sold me some heavy sedatives to try again tomorrow. Vet bills are racking up.
Stupid dog. Trying my hardest to get him better, but he's not helping.
Here's mine. Last night at 1 am, D decided to wake up and scream because his teeth hurt. It's been going on for the last few days, and it's driving me up the wall. He didn't go back to sleep until 4 am. We had to get up at 8:30 to get ready for our day out with the IL's. I had to run to the store to get some stuff for breakfast, since my cupboards were void of anything remotely breakfast like. So after a mad rush to the store, people standing in the aisles and still sleep and caffiene deprived, I rushed home to make breakfast.
As soon as MIL walks in the door, she starts criticizing the fact that D got up late and barely ate anything, that he had peanut butter on his face, that he needs new shoes (working on getting him some new ones!), the fact that my house looks like a bomb exploded and that the diaper bag was too heavy.
Along with the lack of sleep, lack of caffiene, stupid people at the grocery store and the criticism, I was about to explode. Then we had our normal "family day out", which meant DH and I being dragged around with noisy, inconsiderate family, and D being miserable because he's teething, was hungry and tired. FML.