I have no idea really what day it is because my work schedule changes weekly. I can tell from the calendar that today is a Sunday, but it feels like a regular weekday.
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It's not like it's pitch dark all day either, and sleeping with faint light is not that difficult if you just pull forth the curtains. Usually you stay up later during the summer though, and sleep a lot during winters.
It's frustrating to have kids as a divorced parent.
This was "dad's weekend", but I drove my son and his friends to the movie theater Friday night, and gave him the money for movie and pizza. Dad was "busy".
They all spent the night at a friend's house, within walking distance (two blocks) from his dad's house. I got a call just now, asking to be picked up and brought home so he can get clean clothes and "stuff". He hasn't seen his dad all weekend, and hasn't told him where he is or what he's doing. No texts, no phone calls, nothing.
Apparently, his dad doesn't keep any of his son's clothes (or toiletries) at that house, or even wonder where the boy is on "dad's weekend". I also didn't get a call from the ex wondering where our son was, or what he was doing. They're two blocks away from each other, and he doesn't even know. Or care.
So yeah, hey Loki! Maybe this post will help you hate me even more, for being such a judgmental bitch.
No difference at all between passing judgments on someone you know in person for decades and someone whose posts you read online.
*cough* You questioned why I was being judgmental in the Chinese Tiger Mother thread. Things we've both only read about. But your horse is higher, huh. :donkey:
And you still don't see the difference between judging someone based on a lifetime of interactions and a posting online (in this case, a tiny excerpt from a book).
Not really. Both are things we read, things authors choose to write and put in print. You probably "know" me better than Chua, because we have a history of communications (on-line). But you don't "know" either of our real life interactions with spouses, only what you read, only what we share.
It's weird that you'd call me judgmental against the Tiger Mother in a negative sense, and not realize I apply the same criticisms to myself. Many mothers do.
I wonder why even bother with visitations anymore then. If he isn't going to be involved in your son's life, why even continue "dad" weekends?
I feel bad for your son. I'm sure he is probably a bit hurt by it. :(
Wish there was a way to give your ex a kick in the ass.
2 holidays in a row, 2 different flu strains. basicially bedridden both times.
CHILDREN FUCKING SUCK
Did you have big plans for MLK-day, then?
Video games, 3 straight days of video games, but its damn hard to concentrate on the TV when you're having coughing fits that result in gagging and a temp thats bouncing between 101 and 103.
Worst part is that the kids always catch it first, and we take care of them as they complain of dying, and once they get better we get sick! and they still expect royal treatment! :mad:
I don't even know how you have time for video games with three kids....
:(
Fucking ATM ate my fucking cash deposit.
FUCK
My daughter burned her microwave popcorn. It reeks.
Over the fussing and crying. This kid will be the end of me I know it.
No, no. You'll be fine.
Leave her with your hubby when he gets home and go out for an hour or two on your own. Shop, see a movie by yourself, drink a cup of god-awful coffee at the nearest diner.
You're working at least as hard as he does, you deserve a bit of time away from it all. And you've had to deal with worrying about daddycat this week, too.
Or, you could throw the kid into the wall and the coroner would sign if off as natural causes if you cried at him
Your call, really
But the kid might not die, just be cabbage-brained.
What then?
You might get some home care then from some kind of social carer.
"Everyone's a winner, baby, that's the truth (That's the truth)"
I love her, I really do. When she smiles and giggles it's like she's an angel. But her other side, ugh. When she's upset it's a terror. My nerves are shot by the time hubby gets home.
I can only imagine what the toddler years will be like. Hopefully her sense of curiousity will be my saving grace, and I can just keep her busy until she wears herself out.
EDIT: I really should have gone on a walk, it was 55F yesterday. Today only 40F so no go on that.
Heh. Just wait until the teenage years.
Also be glad it's not twins! I'm telling you now, us twins are mayhem and hardwork.
The teenage years are what I'm worried about. I'm not bragging here, because I know with kids it comes full circle, but... Scarlett was a quiet baby. She was tiny, fragile, but not clingy. How she has turn out so far has blown my mind. Independent to an alarming extreme. Dark hallways and bedrooms don't deter her, she doesn't freak at nap time. She doesn't nag you to hold her, and when she does its so she can reach something she couldn't get to on her own. She does this thing where she flexes her fist, points, and honest to god drags us by the hand when she wants something. We're having to lock up the pantry now because she can stack and climb, and she knows where the good tasting snack food is kept (and she knows this because we held her a few to many times when dealing with those shelves).
Basically, she has us trained, and she knew how to do. :downcast:
Problem is that she can get a nasty attitude, get very determined, very forceful about stuff. Already caught her once trying to use one of her play chairs to open the door to the play area on the patio. Busted her for that and she tried it again, and again. We took her chair away and she used her barbie van. I already see that all these things that are cute now, its going to bite me in the ass when she thinks she is old enough to be independent.
On the other hand, Brandy watches a little boy, (Mr. B). Serious attachment issues. Will scream for the full 8 hours if he is not being held or fed. He is about Scarlett's age, but because he is so focused on being in your lap, in your arms, his development has been hampered. He isn't even crawling yet. He will chase you up and down the house crying and screaming while pushing himself along on his belly, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with him. His mom finally had enough and asked for help, was told to stop caving to the screaming (NO SHIT!), and that he would eventually break. Mr. B may be the worst child I've ever seen, but its supposed to pass, and when it does he'll understand he didn't win. In the long run, if his mom "gets it", he will understand that the world doesn't spin around him.
With Scarlett, I don't even see the opportunity to lay that out. I come home and she is happy, she is playful. She shows me what she finds, she mirrors what I do. We play, we ate, I put her to bed. And the whole time I never catch that I'm doing it all exactly how she wanted.
She sounds delightful. And delightfully intelligent.
Almost makes me want one of my own. Almost.
:D
I do get broody from time to time. I oft-times love the idea of little Tim googoo and gaga-ing happily 'pon my living room floor.
But when I consider the reality, I'm not ready/don't want one strongly enough.
And given that I'm 37, living alone, and with a lady who doesn't want kids (why would I want to fuck up my perfectly pleasant existance with one of those?!), the possibility of the fruit of my loins walking along the valleys of this fine earth are diminishing exponentially.
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Whereas you!
- are young
- are soon to be married
- and are buying property with your betrothed
I rate the prospects of the fountains of your manhood (:mad:) erupting forth sometime soon as somewhere between 99 and lots.
No chance on a young whipper snapper coming soon, I've made that perfectly clear to the future Wife. With the house to purchase and the wedding to plan eventually .... no kiddies! NO! :mad:
She'll wear you down.
Just look at what happened to Gogo.
One minute it's all happiness this and Nigella that, the next it's marriage, kids, and PHOOOM, he disappears into the ether without so much as a 'scuse me, I have a say in my life thankyou.
She's got no chance and she knows this. She already tried to plan my life for me but since realising it will never work, she's admitted defeat.
It messes with my groove that I'm jealous of OG. WTF.
But, I was a quiet baby; so yes, you will be in trouble come the preteen years. :p
My daughter was angelic. I mean, you could actually see her wings and halo.
She got over it.
Have fun, OG.
Jack LaLanne died. :(
'Bout time. His infomercials were totally creepy.
(seriously, he was what - 96, I don't think it's something to be unhappy or surprised about)
He was 96 fucking years old. As far as I know, he spent his whole life being "healthy" and quite fit. He died a spritely old dude, leaving a legacy of fitness, nutrition, whole food "juicing" for generations to come. He was on youtube doing military push-ups just a couple of years ago. What's messing with your groove about that, Crow?
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Should I post it in the "happy" thread FFS?
Christ.