Thanks for all the rants and stories related to my last couple posts. It’s good to know that you’re suffering right along side me there’s some people who have been through the same situation as I.
I don’t like it, but it seems to be my reality at the moment. But, don’t get me wrong, he does have his moments where he can be compassionate and loving - at it’s not even just when we’re about it do it. He’s a loving and wonderful father. I couldn’t ask for a better dad for my children (besides Matthew McConaughey… ahem).
I’m home sick today. I had a rather traumatic bout of sickness last night that has stuck with me. I’ve been vegging and feeling sorry for myself since we awoke bright and early at 6:30am when I shipped Carter off to daycare immediately, giving myself to wallow the entire day. Nice.
I just pray that relief is on the way and I can return to a somewhat normal existence soon.
I want to hear some funny morning sickness stories. Something to lift my spirits; so if you’ve got a funny story about something that happened to you or someone you know *wink, wink* during their horrible bouts of morning sickness, please, share it in the comments. Frig, if you got nothing, link something!
I am only mildly ashamed to admit that I completely opted out of Halloween this year. There was no trick or treating, nor did we hand out candy; instead I turned out all the lights and cuddled in the dark with Carter watching The Family Guy. Perfect children’s show. Yes. I know.
Once I started to talk about how the nausea was fading and I was mildly feeling like myself again, I knew I had jinxed it. Oh, had I ever. Last night I was on the verge of weeping I felt so bad. Bedtime couldn’t come fast enough for me (since Carter and I have been going to bed at the same time lately).
Why is it that when you take a moment to profess the Good News that you’re feeling better, or the baby is sleeping through the night, there’s been less tantrums and the house is finally clean that they all crumble to shit before your very eyes? Crumbling so fast that in an instant, you feel like shit, the house is a mess, the kid won’t stop screaming and he refuses to go to bed.
Luckily only the first two happened to me last night; if the kid also had a meltdown and wouldn’t go to bed, I may have just lost my shit all together.
Speaking of losing their shit. Um Britney lately? Wow.
I am seriously and genuinely worried about that chick. Call me a weirdo, or stupid or whatever. I am worried about her. Latest reports are saying that the day after losing custody of her children she had a huge party at her house where she offered some guy the opportunity to snort a line of coke of her chest.
What more could possibly go wrong for her? From losing her children, a huge custody fight with her loser ex-husband, hitting cars and being charged with a hit and run, driving over paparazzi, parenting classes, and constant public scrutiny, how has she not completely lost her shit. Granted, she’s completely high and/or drunk most of the time. I think I would be either dead, in a padded room, hiding in the corner rocking back and forth crying or possibly a full blown agoraphobic or social phobic.
And when I think about how fucked things are for her, I am grateful for the fact that my biggest complaint is morning sickness. So Britney, I thank you for that.
Have you ever wanted to see a REAL celebrity sex tape? To tell you the truth I’ve been secretly interested in seeing one, though I never have until now.