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Did you know that rabbits can't vomit?  So if something goes down one end, you need to be sure it can come out the other end. 

 

I did not know that about rabbits. I did, however, know that about horses. So, hypothetically, if a certain Fjord pony who is as wide as she is tall decides that mom is most certainly trying to starve her and starts nibbling on the cedar shavings blown over from the old gelding's stall in order to stave off impending death, then the resultant tummy ache will hit on a Sunday, so as to maximize the cost of a vet call-out. :glare:

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I very much appreciate the support and the love and the advice. Please don't take this the wrong way, but there isn't any fixing this. I know the value of what I do. That's why I fight so hard to do it. The things DH says are entirely about DH. There's no winning. I went out and got a job, when he was laid off, as soon as I could. He was mad because it wasn't a good enough job. He agreed to take over lessons while I worked. He didn't, then told me I either needed to give these kids lessons or put them in school, because it wasn't right that they weren't learning and I only worked five hours, so why was I tired, anyway? I still did the majority of the household stuff, once the novelty wore off. I could go on, but I won't. It's not about presenting things in a way he'll understand, so he can see things clearly. He won't. What he wants isn't possible for one person to acheive. It isn't really about school for the kids, money, a job...none of it. He actually is pro homeschooling, unless it suits him not to be. It's about him. I can't satisfy. And I cannot, under any circumstances, ask for or expect anything more than his paycheck and whatever help/attention he feels like giving today. It just is how it is. I've spent ten years trying to satisfy him, and trying to change him, and trying to change me to suit him. Doesn't work. All I can do is try to handle what I see needs to be done, by myself, as best I can. So I'm trying to build a routine that will encompass that, while still maintaining some semblance of sanity.

 

For the record, I have no issue at all with working, schooling the kids, and keeping house. I have an issue with doing it all myself. I'm no Wonder Woman, either. DH says he'll split labor in theory, but he won't in practice, so I draw some lines. I don't care about traditional roles or whatever, I just can't do all the things.

 

And I feel like I'm taking up too much time with this. Sorry. I know ya'll are going to say it's okay, but who really wants to read this much drama in the happy place? Thanks for the love, really, it helps a lot.

 

I dunno about the bolded, because I'm thinking duct tape or bazooka, dear. :glare:

 

:grouphug: :grouphug: :grouphug: Because, in truth, I agree with you. Some things cannot be fixed, only endured. And vent away.  Sometimes that's all you've got. One more  :grouphug: .

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You can say "no thank you" if you want to.  Weddings don't need ring bearers and flower girls. 

 

I don't mind at all. It's just sad.

 

I actually had a really bad day like a year ago with PPD. She was nasty to me, the other lade was nasty to me, the one man (he has issues) was nasty, the boss was nasty, I had little sleep and PPD. I was running around doing a bunch of stuff I shouldn't have had to do, but I always do because otherwise everyone goes to Pastor's wife and she never says no. Sunday School was canceled and they were all in the Sunday School room aka old building and someone snapped at me and I just started crying in front of everyone. One of the ladies that we just  :001_wub: asked me what was wrong and I just went on and on about how this person wants this and this person wants this contrary thing and they're both always mad no matter what I do and my baby's been crying because my husband's in this emergency meeting and it's been demanded of me that I do all of this work that isn't my responsibility, that I was in so. much. pain, that no one ever gave me a break at church and I had dreaded going there for months and no longer loved my church. Well, since that day the one woman has been nice to me, and the man has for the most part, but like I said there are issues there so grace is needed.

 

So, yeah. crying in front of a crowd. It works.

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I don't mind at all. It's just sad.

 

I actually had a really bad day like a year ago with PPD. She was nasty to me, the other lade was nasty to me, the one man (he has issues) was nasty, the boss was nasty, I had little sleep and PPD. I was running around doing a bunch of stuff I shouldn't have had to do, but I always do because otherwise everyone goes to Pastor's wife and she never says no. Sunday School was canceled and they were all in the Sunday School room aka old building and someone snapped at me and I just started crying in front of everyone. One of the ladies that we just  :001_wub: asked me what was wrong and I just went on and on about how this person wants this and this person wants this contrary thing and they're both always mad no matter what I do and my baby's been crying because my husband's in this emergency meeting and it's been demanded of me that I do all of this work that isn't my responsibility, that I was in so. much. pain, that no one ever gave me a break at church and I had dreaded going there for months and no longer loved my church. Well, since that day the one woman has been nice to me, and the man has for the most part, but like I said there are issues there so grace is needed.

 

So, yeah. crying in front of a crowd. It works.

 

I had a situation at an old church where I was supposed to facilitate this group and they were all really nasty towards me.  I took it for months and then one day I snapped and just started to cry.  And they all gathered around wanting to hug me.  And I didn't want anything to do with them.  So I quit right then and there.  I still had to take the nastiest person home though because I was her ride and she told me not to take it personally because she "couldn't help being nasty to anyone with any kind of authority."  :001_rolleyes:  (Not that facilitating really had any kind of authority.  I just basically prayed at the start and asked people if they had anything to share etc.)  

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 It's not about presenting things in a way he'll understand, so he can see things clearly. He won't. What he wants isn't possible for one person to acheive. It isn't really about school for the kids, money, a job...none of it. He actually is pro homeschooling, unless it suits him not to be. It's about him. I can't satisfy. And I cannot, under any circumstances, ask for or expect anything more than his paycheck and whatever help/attention he feels like giving today. It just is how it is. I've spent ten years trying to satisfy him, and trying to change him, and trying to change me to suit him. Doesn't work. All I can do is try to handle what I see needs to be done, by myself, as best I can. So I'm trying to build a routine that will encompass that, while still maintaining some semblance of sanity.

 

 

I see. I get it. I have been in that spot as well. :( I am sorry. 

 

It sounds like what you need more is to be able to ignore him.

 

:grouphug:

 

Feel free to vent by the way!

 

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Well, DH and DS2 are gone. I cleaned the bathroom, bread dough is proofing, am working on the bedroom, DD1 is watching college basketball and feeling much better, and the girls are playing on my phone in their bedroom. I think they watch videos of that girl with the big bow in her hair. 🙄

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We partied. :party: The arcade does three parties at a time five times every Saturday(!) but apparently if you request no balloons, they interpret it as a latex allergy and give you the little side room to yourselves. That was a nice little bit of quiet in a very loud place.  And we'll have leftover pizza for dinner.

 

 

 

Lots of :grouphug: for the sick and the struggling.

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Reader and Runner are pretending to be wolves playing house. It's quite interesting.

 

Squishy keeps bringing me plastic dishes and fruit from the play kitchen. When I pretend to eat it, he cocks his head to the side and grunts, "Mo?"

 

SuperDude is hiding in his Fortress of Solitude and won't come out until the mac n cheese is ready.

 

Adorable!

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Wonderful!

 

One of my “when I am old†goals is to have a bird feeder by a window and a comfy chair to sit in and watch them with my cuppa. :)

 

Oh, don't wait until you're old! Birdwatching was an activity to practice silence with my children. :D

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I have been watching my blood sugars carefully for two whole days (today is day 3) and I haven't lost ten pounds yet.  :glare:  Dh suggested that I go to a bariatric specialist but I want to religiously try it my way for the month of January.  Even if I lose three pounds during this month I would be happy and would feel like I'm doing the right thing.  This whole thing makes me feel a bit anxious because I have been trying for years.  I honestly could teach a class on what the experts tell you to do (if anyone wanted a fat person teaching a class on that).  

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I had absolutely no problem giving up paid work to come home.  I wasn't a bad worker and I had some pretty interesting jobs but I like being my own boss.  But I also didn't get married until I was almost 30, and wasn't able to have children at first so I had many years to have those interesting jobs.  I don't know if I would like being a SAHM if I didn't have the interesting job of homeschooling, though.  It also helps that teaching is my passion. 

 

I feel the same. In fact, I was looking for at home work before I even considered marriage and children. I like being my own boss. I think it started with that lemonade stand I had when I was about 8 or 9, lol! I've also had a variety of jobs, learned from them, enjoyed them, but don't ever miss them. But, I have to work, because student loans. And because, I like to teach. I will be paying student loans until I die, and then some.

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There will be no husbands on the island. The only men will be hot male servants. In loincloths or palm fronds. I cannot wait.

 

:mellow:

 

Thank goodness. I was going to add a kahiko hula gif, but they were a bit indecent. And to add indecency on top of indecency would have been indecent.

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I'm not sure DH would put up with me if I ate that. There would be tummy issues for sure!  :laugh:

 

I've heard if you can go 3 weeks that your tummy will adjust. I'm hoping my stomach is a fast learner! 

 

I drove right by the doughnut store like a boss and didn't let them talk me into stopping. And I regret it now. Maybe I'll make some doughnuts.  

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I'm sorry that the Turtle is sick.

 

I need more coffee, though. My first read-through had you at work with a vomiting turtle.  All I could think was, "I didn't even know that turtles could vomit."

 

:mellow:

 

Oh my word!!! That's exactly what I thought!! Especially since she just said she had come back home from work...

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I've heard if you can go 3 weeks that your tummy will adjust. I'm hoping my stomach is a fast learner! 

 

I drove right by the doughnut store like a boss and didn't let them talk me into stopping. And I regret it now. Maybe I'll make some doughnuts.  

 

How to stay on your diet and eat your donuts too.

 

http://www.kansascitydietitian.com/2016/06/veggie-lovers-donuts/

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I don't mind at all. It's just sad.

 

I actually had a really bad day like a year ago with PPD. She was nasty to me, the other lade was nasty to me, the one man (he has issues) was nasty, the boss was nasty, I had little sleep and PPD. I was running around doing a bunch of stuff I shouldn't have had to do, but I always do because otherwise everyone goes to Pastor's wife and she never says no. Sunday School was canceled and they were all in the Sunday School room aka old building and someone snapped at me and I just started crying in front of everyone. One of the ladies that we just  :001_wub: asked me what was wrong and I just went on and on about how this person wants this and this person wants this contrary thing and they're both always mad no matter what I do and my baby's been crying because my husband's in this emergency meeting and it's been demanded of me that I do all of this work that isn't my responsibility, that I was in so. much. pain, that no one ever gave me a break at church and I had dreaded going there for months and no longer loved my church. Well, since that day the one woman has been nice to me, and the man has for the most part, but like I said there are issues there so grace is needed.

 

So, yeah. crying in front of a crowd. It works.

 

 

Argh!

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I just got back from trailer-backing practice.  It's quite tricky!  Dad's current driveway also often has vehicles parked at the curb I'll have to navigate around, too.  I'm thinking the smaller the U-Haul trailer, the better.  If it's empty we can likely push it around by hand to get it into position.

 

DH also figures I could also ask if they will deliver the trailer, too.    Once we are away and on the road the hotel parking lots usually have areas big enough to just pull across to park, so we should be good there.

 

After I get Dad settled in down here I want MORE practice backing trailers around.  I'll work with DH's little trailer first, then ask FIL if I can borrow his 2-horse trailer, and once I have that down I'll try the 20-foot monster.  I have gone far too long without developing this useful skill.

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I've heard if you can go 3 weeks that your tummy will adjust. I'm hoping my stomach is a fast learner!

 

I drove right by the doughnut store like a boss and didn't let them talk me into stopping. And I regret it now. Maybe I'll make some doughnuts.

Well, the chocolate covered raisins sang their siren song and I gave in.

 

 

I love chocolate covered raisins.

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Uhhhhh..... don’t tell anyone, but i’m Having another cup of COFFEE,!!☕ï¸â˜•ï¸â˜•ï¸â˜•ï¸â˜•ï¸â˜•ï¸â˜•ï¸

 

The pile of laundry on my bed is much larger than previously anticipated. Fortification is necessary!!

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But. . . but :crying:  I searched out a healthy kale donut just for you!   :crying:  :crying:  :crying:  :crying:

 

Awe, now I feel bad. 

 

But is it really a donut if it tastes like kale or is it donut shaped kale? The baby in the picture seemed to like it but babies can be too innocent to know better. 

 

I should make them on April 1 and cover them with carob. 

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I napped. Hopefully I can now be coherent. 

Teenage Turtle 1 is still sick and feverish. Teenage Turtle 2 came in from chores looking weepy. His head hurts and his throat is sore. DH is still in the land of the living but tired. I made my own dinner and Teenage Turtle 1 some toast.

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Chocolate zucchini muffins are a vegetable, right? Because that's the only one I fed us today. With frosting.

 

Also, much respect for the palm fronds crowd, but I'm going to vote tuxedo for the ITT menservants' uniform, because nobody looks bad in a tux.

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Day called on account of pain. Hopefully temporarily. It’s because of the evil vacuum. All I got done was the dining room. I still would like to do the living room and the hall and even the evil stairs. But... we’ll see.

 

Now I’m resting in my armchair while watching Columbo.

 

 

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I thought the official uniform for ITT hunks were white shorts, and something on top...a shirt of some sort.

Yoga pants, tank tops with Ts over them and flip flops or running shoes depending on how formal the situation is.

 

  

I like to exist.

 

I didn't know this was optional.
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None of my dc ever cut their own hair. And only one ever cut anyone else's hair. But, par for the course, it was ds10 who did it. When he was 3, he cut the hair of one of my daycare kids. When her mom asked her why she let ds10 do it (they were the same age), she said, "He said he would make me beautiful."

Was she mad?
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None of my dc ever cut their own hair. And only one ever cut anyone else's hair. But, par for the course, it was ds10 who did it. When he was 3, he cut the hair of one of my daycare kids. When her mom asked her why she let ds10 do it (they were the same age), she said, "He said he would make me beautiful."

 

:lol:

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