CT: Grrrrreat. Now I can't even post on my FB status what I'm doing or how I'm feeling without receiving some kind of sarcastic remark about it? Yes, okay, I know that there is a chance that she didn't mean it in a sarcastic way and that she was being genuine (but then why didn't she just click the 'like' button as well?), but if it had been coming from my hubby, it would be dripping with sarcasm. That's actually something he would say. Considering she is his sister, I won't have it below her to be sarcastic like that.
Am I paranoid? I dunno. I'm feeling sick, I'm feeling tired, and I'm having breakdowns of all sorts at random periods of the day. One moment I think I just need a good way to shake off my stress and start taking up yoga, the next I'm contemplating calling the nurses and telling them I need anger management, pronto. I'm fairly sure it's NOT normal for mothers to cuss at their kids like this. I never have before so it goes beyond me why I am now.
Or, it could be because he's actually got a life. Yeah! He gets to go watch sports and he gets to go out and have fun with his friends. Me? Well let's face the reality here, in between taking care of the little ones and keeping house, I'd be lucky to have a break to take a shower. And then I'm usually met with the lounge coated in flour/milk/eggs, whatever the kids got into while I was not watching. And even if I DID get time to have a life, who am I going to spend it with? If I don't have time to keep my hygiene decent, where in the world will I have time to have FRIENDS? Um, hello?!
I don't resent the kids. I resent the choices I've made and I resent my hubby for not being in tune with me. I don't ask for help. I just DON'T. He knows this from experience. So instead of asking me 'how was your day' or 'how are you doing?' to give me that chance to let him know everything is NOT honkey-dorey, he asks me 'the social group has something going on this weekend, can I go?'
Like he's that much help at home? It makes no difference if he's here or not, so yeah, hell, go, please, get out of my face! And then he has the IGNORANCE to ask 'do you want to tag along with the kids?'
WTF%$^&*&F&^%^&^&(*&*&^F(*&^*(&(*FFFFFFF(&(^&*^(**@#$%^%^&!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
REALLY I'D FUDGING LOVE TO RUN AFTER THESE BEASTS WHERE THE WORLD CAN SEE HOW INCOMPETENT I AM WHILE YOU GO HAVE YOUR FUDGING FUN!!!!!!
I hate my life. Very, very much.
Am I paranoid? I dunno. I'm feeling sick, I'm feeling tired, and I'm having breakdowns of all sorts at random periods of the day. One moment I think I just need a good way to shake off my stress and start taking up yoga, the next I'm contemplating calling the nurses and telling them I need anger management, pronto. I'm fairly sure it's NOT normal for mothers to cuss at their kids like this. I never have before so it goes beyond me why I am now.
Or, it could be because he's actually got a life. Yeah! He gets to go watch sports and he gets to go out and have fun with his friends. Me? Well let's face the reality here, in between taking care of the little ones and keeping house, I'd be lucky to have a break to take a shower. And then I'm usually met with the lounge coated in flour/milk/eggs, whatever the kids got into while I was not watching. And even if I DID get time to have a life, who am I going to spend it with? If I don't have time to keep my hygiene decent, where in the world will I have time to have FRIENDS? Um, hello?!
I don't resent the kids. I resent the choices I've made and I resent my hubby for not being in tune with me. I don't ask for help. I just DON'T. He knows this from experience. So instead of asking me 'how was your day' or 'how are you doing?' to give me that chance to let him know everything is NOT honkey-dorey, he asks me 'the social group has something going on this weekend, can I go?'
Like he's that much help at home? It makes no difference if he's here or not, so yeah, hell, go, please, get out of my face! And then he has the IGNORANCE to ask 'do you want to tag along with the kids?'
WTF%$^&*&F&^%^&^&(*&*&^F(*&^*(&(*FFFFFFF(&(^&*^(**@#$%^%^&!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
REALLY I'D FUDGING LOVE TO RUN AFTER THESE BEASTS WHERE THE WORLD CAN SEE HOW INCOMPETENT I AM WHILE YOU GO HAVE YOUR FUDGING FUN!!!!!!
I hate my life. Very, very much.