I have had the worst morning ever. seriously ever. I slept horrid last night. everything hurts so bad. Of course I am extra grumpy because- seriously who wouldn't be at this point? Anyway- over the sourse of the morning (early moring to be exact) my children tore apart thier room. Like 6 huge totes of clothes out of thier closet- all the books off thier shelves- sheets, pillows, clothes out of drawers, dirty laundry- it is all strewn about. Ya know what the sad thing is- it was all in the very short amount of time it took me to check the 4 emails in my inbox. How is that possible? Then I went to the shower and my H was supposed to watch them. Well he left and went to the neighbors- which would have been fine- had he told me. Instead I am taking a nice hot long shower all by myself for once and come up to the kids smashing a dozen eggs in the carpet while eating a bite out of every. single. freaking. apple. in. the. completely, full. bag. OMG! I think- thank god we have a carpet shampooer. well kind of. dang it is at my gfs house and she has to work all day. So I bust out a rag to get the worst of it. But then I realize it is on our couch, and smeared all over our furniture. Good Lord. so I start crying. then look at the clock. we have got to book it if we are going to the breastfeeding mama group that I have been looking forward to. so I throw clothes on the kids after de-egging them first, change diaper on DS again (how many times can one kid poo in a morning?) and throw clothes on me. I fill the diaper bag, get sippies and snacks, and get DS in the car (that luuckily my DH had started before he ditched me). I go back in the house and send DD out to get in the car. I grab my purse and diaper bag and get halfway down the stairs when I slipped on the ice and went crashing down. I lay there and just when I think it can't possibly get worse- the dog starts licking me. I had to send DD out across the yard to find my cell to call DH to come pick me up- cause I can't move at all. He totally didn't see a reason to hurry home (he was 2 miles away- it should have taken 3 minutes tops) in the meantime DD kept trying to make me feel better, DS was strapped in the car, and my butt kinda froze to the ice. He told me I should have used the rail..... I told him he should have used a shovel. seriously- I should not have to b!tch to get him to scoop the steps. That should be common curteousy for your poor overdue wife. And now I told him that I am retiring to bed- his list is to take care of the kids, shampoo the carpet, and take care of me. Should he neglect any of these- I will take a prybar to his backside. How the hell do you GD a grown man? I think I am sick of trying and will just take to beating him
thanks for reading as I bawl.....
and no- not a single contraction. but a great headache and backache.
thanks for reading as I bawl.....
and no- not a single contraction. but a great headache and backache.
It will get easier and that baby can't stay in there forever!
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