queenmama
10-06-2012, 07:20 PM
There's so much. Just skip it all and write "hugs" because you shouldn't waste your valuable time reading about my crappy day! LOL
DH started the 7am-7pm rotation this week, and last night was his first night off. His only offer of "help" is to stay in bed with DD and let her CIO. No diaper changes (she's 5.5mo and he's changed her twice), no fetching anything I might need...
Well, she was up most of the night and would just squirm and thrash when put to bed. She finally conked out at 540am, then nursed from 9-930. She slept til 1100, and DH and DS were at rehearsal for a music night at school and various goofing off, so I was home alone, at my wits end, crying and ranting to myself how I just can't deal with this alone.
By the time they got home, I was just spent. She won't let me put her down, she doesn't want to be worn, she's just wearing me out. And what does DH do? Goes to bed. I take DD to him and she does cry for just a couple of minutes (I gave up, and usually I am adamantly against CIO) before falling asleep. I have to get DS ready for the show tonight, so I'm ironing his shirt and she wakes up to eat. I tell DH he needs to get up and get ready, he says, "okay," but stays in bed for another 15.
I'm nursing her, DS is telling me he needs to leave in 20 and DH is still laying down. He finally gets up, gets a major attitude when he finds out he has to iron DS' pants, and starts to dress himself. He's looking everywhere for his tie rack, griping under his breath, like, what? I moved it? He's moving at a snail's pace and starts to iron the pants with 2 minutes to go, so of course, he half-asses it. DS needs help with his new dress shoes and DH starts another tantrum about how they're laced wrong. This is the kind of thing he should be teaching DS, but instead he's acting like a d***. Then he says, "Gah, I reeeeally don't want to go to this thing." In front of DS. Nice.
Meanwhile, I'm dealing with a milk bleb since before the first of Sept, and now it's mastitis and I have the aches and the fever. It kills me to nurse her on that side and I'm starting to resent her for it, though of course I know it isn't her fault.
To make things even more wonderful, it's down to the 30s at night & 40s during the day, and our heat isn't working, so the house has been freezing. I'm shivering from the stupid infection. DD's hands, ears, and nose are cold. :(
I want to run away with DD and stay in a warm hotel room. I can't stand the sight of that man right now.
DH started the 7am-7pm rotation this week, and last night was his first night off. His only offer of "help" is to stay in bed with DD and let her CIO. No diaper changes (she's 5.5mo and he's changed her twice), no fetching anything I might need...
Well, she was up most of the night and would just squirm and thrash when put to bed. She finally conked out at 540am, then nursed from 9-930. She slept til 1100, and DH and DS were at rehearsal for a music night at school and various goofing off, so I was home alone, at my wits end, crying and ranting to myself how I just can't deal with this alone.
By the time they got home, I was just spent. She won't let me put her down, she doesn't want to be worn, she's just wearing me out. And what does DH do? Goes to bed. I take DD to him and she does cry for just a couple of minutes (I gave up, and usually I am adamantly against CIO) before falling asleep. I have to get DS ready for the show tonight, so I'm ironing his shirt and she wakes up to eat. I tell DH he needs to get up and get ready, he says, "okay," but stays in bed for another 15.
I'm nursing her, DS is telling me he needs to leave in 20 and DH is still laying down. He finally gets up, gets a major attitude when he finds out he has to iron DS' pants, and starts to dress himself. He's looking everywhere for his tie rack, griping under his breath, like, what? I moved it? He's moving at a snail's pace and starts to iron the pants with 2 minutes to go, so of course, he half-asses it. DS needs help with his new dress shoes and DH starts another tantrum about how they're laced wrong. This is the kind of thing he should be teaching DS, but instead he's acting like a d***. Then he says, "Gah, I reeeeally don't want to go to this thing." In front of DS. Nice.
Meanwhile, I'm dealing with a milk bleb since before the first of Sept, and now it's mastitis and I have the aches and the fever. It kills me to nurse her on that side and I'm starting to resent her for it, though of course I know it isn't her fault.
To make things even more wonderful, it's down to the 30s at night & 40s during the day, and our heat isn't working, so the house has been freezing. I'm shivering from the stupid infection. DD's hands, ears, and nose are cold. :(
I want to run away with DD and stay in a warm hotel room. I can't stand the sight of that man right now.