Hilarious:
My son pronounces “clock” “c*ck”, as in penile. So anywhere we go, which is EVERYWHERE we go, he’s all, “C*CK! C*CK!”. People look at me like I am a horrible mother.
Not hilarious:
One of the medications I am on is giving me serious mood swings and making me so, so, so touchy and irritable. Even more so than what is normal for me. I have got to find the time to call the doctor on monday to see about what we can do. I cannot live like this and feel so sorry for tele-hubby.
I wore earrings tonight for the first time in months. I wear the sensitive ears kind with no nickel in them but my ears always have some sort of itchy reaction that is driving me crazy.
Why is it that I am the physically smaller person in my partnership yet I am the one who has to carry a 50lb diaper bag around with me everywhere we go? I am SO over that and so is my left shoulder and right side of my neck. I am in serious pain this evening.
Every time I think about needing to go to the doctor to address my medications and or pains all I can think about it how it’s going to disrupt my husbands schedule to take off work to stay with the kids so I can go. Then I never make the appointment. I really, really, really have to call on Monday, or Tuesday. But what if I have to have surgery or am put on some silly sort of restriction that is completely ridiculous because I never get to rest
