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Adam took some pictures while I was at work, which is awesome because usually I'm the one taking pictures. Here's a couple!
Deli is way teething and you can see her bumpy little gums in this one:
And Ollie is really digging the cozy overalls we got him and earlier I guess for some reason Ollie was shirtless for a short while? I don't even know. I got home and he's wearing the shirt he was in before..
Half the time I'm at work and Adam changes the kids they end up mismatched and looking like hobos, now we've crossed into hillbilly territory, haha.
But uh, today has been shit. I worked from 2-7 and before that we went out grocery shopping, none of which went badly. The problem was that we also went to the post office to pick up the certified letter our carrier was too lazy to walk up to our apartment with, so we brought in the little pickup slip. It was a 10 page letter from Adam's parents about how disappointed they are with him, how hurt they are from us, and how much they feel like Adam has conned them and taken advantage of them since he isn't going to be graduating this May like planned. Oh god, it was long and sad and frustrating. It all boiled down to "we've done so much for you, and you don't care. Why don't you care about us?"
It made me feel like shit, to say the least. I finished reading it and cried, Adam too. It isn't that we're uncaring dicks, and most of it was either misunderstandings or them blowing something small waaaaay out of proportion, but I still felt awful that they were that hurt by us. While I was at work Adam called his mum and talked with her for a while and got a lot of things either settled or explained. I just felt so bad. I think instead of having my mum come visit next weekend we'll see if we're still welcome to stay at his parents and go there to visit and just have a nice long talk. Needs done.
*sigh*
Anyway, so I went into work and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep and cry, I felt so emotionally drained and torn. Five hours of fake retail smiles made me feel better, and not so raw. But still, it's not a good day.
Oh, and Deli is absolutely heartbroken over teething. The last two days we've actually laid her down and let her cry herself to sleep a few times, which we've never done before with her. But it's not like she's in there for two hours screaming or something, if she doesn't calm down and get quiet after 10-15 minutes we're in there, but.. at this point she's got a clean diaper, we've given her orajel, she's just eaten a few ounces of smushed food, and we gave her a bottle she won't touch. Even when we hold her, she just cries and fusses without anything we do having helped. Nothing we can really do, except let her calm herself down. She's in there now, crying, and I feel so bad for her. Poor girl.
Basically, Ollie is the only one in a good mood still. He's hanging out coloring and jamming to the music and happy as a clam. Man, I love him. I don't know what I'd do without that boy sometimes.
Deli is way teething and you can see her bumpy little gums in this one:
And Ollie is really digging the cozy overalls we got him and earlier I guess for some reason Ollie was shirtless for a short while? I don't even know. I got home and he's wearing the shirt he was in before..
Half the time I'm at work and Adam changes the kids they end up mismatched and looking like hobos, now we've crossed into hillbilly territory, haha.
But uh, today has been shit. I worked from 2-7 and before that we went out grocery shopping, none of which went badly. The problem was that we also went to the post office to pick up the certified letter our carrier was too lazy to walk up to our apartment with, so we brought in the little pickup slip. It was a 10 page letter from Adam's parents about how disappointed they are with him, how hurt they are from us, and how much they feel like Adam has conned them and taken advantage of them since he isn't going to be graduating this May like planned. Oh god, it was long and sad and frustrating. It all boiled down to "we've done so much for you, and you don't care. Why don't you care about us?"
It made me feel like shit, to say the least. I finished reading it and cried, Adam too. It isn't that we're uncaring dicks, and most of it was either misunderstandings or them blowing something small waaaaay out of proportion, but I still felt awful that they were that hurt by us. While I was at work Adam called his mum and talked with her for a while and got a lot of things either settled or explained. I just felt so bad. I think instead of having my mum come visit next weekend we'll see if we're still welcome to stay at his parents and go there to visit and just have a nice long talk. Needs done.
*sigh*
Anyway, so I went into work and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep and cry, I felt so emotionally drained and torn. Five hours of fake retail smiles made me feel better, and not so raw. But still, it's not a good day.
Oh, and Deli is absolutely heartbroken over teething. The last two days we've actually laid her down and let her cry herself to sleep a few times, which we've never done before with her. But it's not like she's in there for two hours screaming or something, if she doesn't calm down and get quiet after 10-15 minutes we're in there, but.. at this point she's got a clean diaper, we've given her orajel, she's just eaten a few ounces of smushed food, and we gave her a bottle she won't touch. Even when we hold her, she just cries and fusses without anything we do having helped. Nothing we can really do, except let her calm herself down. She's in there now, crying, and I feel so bad for her. Poor girl.
Basically, Ollie is the only one in a good mood still. He's hanging out coloring and jamming to the music and happy as a clam. Man, I love him. I don't know what I'd do without that boy sometimes.