26 1/2 wks.
I slept on the left side of my back wrong last night, and I am paying for it today. I couldn't get comfortable at all last night, flip flop, covers on/off, threw a cat off of me once (maybe twice), and have no idea how in the world I ended up with a knot next to my shoulder blade.
Having said I didn't feel good, I tried my darndest not to enter Bitch Mode. Unfortunately, that was short-lived, because right after I said I had to use the bathroom, Richie went in and blew it up with his morning nasty, didn't refill the toilet roll and threw his nasty poop-smeared TP in the trashcan. Again. Two days after I'd blown up in front of Kathy and let her know about it with both the boys present. You would think people would learn...
I blew up. I didn't care anymore. People want to see me in Bitch Mode, I suppose that's the way it's gonna be.
I yelled at Richie to get his ass back in the bathroom, refill the toilet paper, take out the bathroom trash with his TP mess in it ("It wasn't me!!!" bullshit, kid), informed him that the next time that he did that, I would throw up on him. He didn't particularly care for that, but I didn't particularly care for his disrespect, lack of courtesy and I-don't-give-a-damn.
Roy and I went to the WIC office so that I could get in and out in a timely manner. I really didn't feel like 'adulting' today, but I even put makeup on- rare for me when it's just he and I. I love the ladies at the WIC office, and Bev is my absolute favorite there. She's super excited about Axl, can't wait for April to get here, and can't wait to meet her new adopted nephew. LOL.
Roy and I saw Kayla and her newborn little boy, Samuel, at the WIC office. He was born on Christmas Day, 6 lbs 7 oz, her Rainbow Baby. And he is sooooo precious =) I'm so glad that Kayla was blessed with him. From what I understand, he is a good baby =)
Roy and I got in our new phone cases today, too. Mine is black with fire roses on the back. Not red ones, but ones made out of fire. I really like it, it's pretty sweet... and now I really don't have to worry about my phone breaking if I were to drop it. I still need a screen protector, though.
Now, I'm just trying to relax, eating lunch, after getting two days' worth of dishes done. The boys have a rude awakening. They are going to be washing the lunch dishes up after lunch is done for everyone, since apparently I'm the only one who is willing to do the job, and do the job right the first time... if they don't do it right, they will re-wash the dishes until they are clean. They don't like it? Well, I suppose since the dishes they dirty every day are ours, they don't have to eat with forks, use the knives for their toast, use the bowls or spoons in the morning for their breakfast, nor the cups for their milk or water.
I was going to empty Fred's tank out and clean it today, but my shoulder and back are keeping me from doing so. The living room is driving me crazy, and so is the bedroom, but at least for the most part the house is somewhat clean. My OCD/nesting is coming out bad. Since I really can't do much of anything else, I was going to paint.
I feel lazy because of it.
Having said I didn't feel good, I tried my darndest not to enter Bitch Mode. Unfortunately, that was short-lived, because right after I said I had to use the bathroom, Richie went in and blew it up with his morning nasty, didn't refill the toilet roll and threw his nasty poop-smeared TP in the trashcan. Again. Two days after I'd blown up in front of Kathy and let her know about it with both the boys present. You would think people would learn...
I blew up. I didn't care anymore. People want to see me in Bitch Mode, I suppose that's the way it's gonna be.
I yelled at Richie to get his ass back in the bathroom, refill the toilet paper, take out the bathroom trash with his TP mess in it ("It wasn't me!!!" bullshit, kid), informed him that the next time that he did that, I would throw up on him. He didn't particularly care for that, but I didn't particularly care for his disrespect, lack of courtesy and I-don't-give-a-damn.
Roy and I went to the WIC office so that I could get in and out in a timely manner. I really didn't feel like 'adulting' today, but I even put makeup on- rare for me when it's just he and I. I love the ladies at the WIC office, and Bev is my absolute favorite there. She's super excited about Axl, can't wait for April to get here, and can't wait to meet her new adopted nephew. LOL.
Roy and I saw Kayla and her newborn little boy, Samuel, at the WIC office. He was born on Christmas Day, 6 lbs 7 oz, her Rainbow Baby. And he is sooooo precious =) I'm so glad that Kayla was blessed with him. From what I understand, he is a good baby =)
Roy and I got in our new phone cases today, too. Mine is black with fire roses on the back. Not red ones, but ones made out of fire. I really like it, it's pretty sweet... and now I really don't have to worry about my phone breaking if I were to drop it. I still need a screen protector, though.
Now, I'm just trying to relax, eating lunch, after getting two days' worth of dishes done. The boys have a rude awakening. They are going to be washing the lunch dishes up after lunch is done for everyone, since apparently I'm the only one who is willing to do the job, and do the job right the first time... if they don't do it right, they will re-wash the dishes until they are clean. They don't like it? Well, I suppose since the dishes they dirty every day are ours, they don't have to eat with forks, use the knives for their toast, use the bowls or spoons in the morning for their breakfast, nor the cups for their milk or water.
I was going to empty Fred's tank out and clean it today, but my shoulder and back are keeping me from doing so. The living room is driving me crazy, and so is the bedroom, but at least for the most part the house is somewhat clean. My OCD/nesting is coming out bad. Since I really can't do much of anything else, I was going to paint.
I feel lazy because of it.