Almost-14-months old babies who have learned to walk are pretty good at making you exhausted. As a bonus, the oldest might have ADHD which I’m not surprised by since it’s genetic - I’m just praying that the twins don’t get it, too, since two of us are bad enough.
I’m trying to keep on top of everything but I’m so tired I literally keep falling asleep wherever and whenever. It’s 18.51 and the only thing I’ve had all day is ¾ of a muffin and a cup of milk, which as you can imagine, isn’t great for a adult human being who needs to function.
Can I just point out that I’m EXTREMELY tired of being sick?
I have some virus on my balance nerve which means that I didn’t come to class for a week; I literally couldn’t sit up without “sailing” and vomiting.
I then went to class the following Monday-Thursday because I can’t just not go for two weeks. As expected, it was a bad idea. I woke up at 11.30 today, very confused as to why I wasn’t in school.
As my husband explain to me, “I came to wake you up this morning but you said you were tired and you had already gone through today’s class material anyways”.
I was like, “WHY would we then go through it again?”. Jesus, I’m a cunning bitch when it’s morning and I’m tired.
In my defense, I can’t even remember him talking to me this morning. All I know is telling my oldest to please stop whispering and go back to sleep because it was the middle of the night; as my husband pointed out (did I mention I was VERY tired), I had told my son to go back to bed at 6 (his usually get-up time), which is why he was whispering - he was “reading” a book to himself, waiting to have us tell him he could get up. Poor kid!
Today I’ve gone to the bathroom at least 7 times, I’m SO fucking over it. I’m stupidly nauseated all the time. It’s never been this bad before except for during my pregnancies, and all my doctor can do is tell me to “go home and lie down until it goes away”, which could be tomorrow or in a month. I can’t do that!
Me, three days ago: “I feel so lucky that they’re almost a year old and haven’t been sick yet, except for the chicken pox!”
Me, two days ago: “D usually never wants to sleep on me, what if he’s getting sick?” (hubby says “of course not”)
Me, yesterday: “D is hot. J is sleeping ON me which he hasn’t done for months. I think they’re getting sick” (Hubby: “They’ll be fine”)
Hubby, middle of the night: “I think J is sweating, I’ll give him something to drink”
Me, middle of the night, after touching the kid: “He’s feverish, told you they were getting sick”
J, today: Projectile-vomited on my husband three times. Slept for most of the day.
My poor babies are sick, I’m sick (but that’s beside then point, really) and I have a major group project to deal with. My group is very understanding but they also happen to be three guys so we all know that if I don’t call the shots, nothing will actually get done.
All in all, I have to be a mom for two sick kids and a very toddlery toddler AND grown-ass men who can’t do anything without being instructed carefully (which, really, what is it with men and not being able to do things without “womanly” instructions?).
My mom kept asking me if I needed any help with the garden. I kept saying no thank you because, knowing her, she’d fix like the entire garden without a break. I gave in and said okay, if she really wanted to (and she really did) so now my garden looks like it went from something on Hoarders to looking like The Secret Garden.
It’s incredible what a “little” weeding can do. Of course I helped, but it’s difficult for me to do yard work because there’s something wrong with my hands/wrists and the doctor has no idea what it is, so basically I’m like a 80 y.o. trying to garden. Fun times.
I’ve also decluttered a shit-ton of stuff today; I thought we had given away most of the baby stuff but somehow there always seems to be more whenever I look away for a second. Tomorrow I’m continuing with the rest of the house, especially the oldest’ toys and clothes need a good sort-through. And don’t get me started on the storage room, yikes. That’s where things go to wait for eternity while we try to decide whether to keep it or not.
I’m SO tired of our teachers being completely incapable of communicating - with us and each other.
Two places they’ve written exactly HOW important it is that we upload the assignment online. She verbally told us at least 5 times.
Now the other teacher told us “Hey, it’s cool, just send me a link”.
BUT WHY YOU NO TALK TO EACH OTHER!?
Besides, the schedule says we show up at 10 tomorrow but they changed it to 9. Which is okay, except that they didn’t change it ON the schedule but just basically told people to tell people. In other words, if you happen to not look on facebook, you’ll be an hour late.
Oh, and did I mention I have the flu and think I might die tomorrow morning? Yeah, good times.
I have the flu and spent almost all day yesterday sleeping, including this morning.
For the second day in a row, my kids have been in daycare on their own - today they made it a little over an hour and I’m so proud. The daycare mother (as we call her in Denmark) is a little strange but THE best with the kids. Everything I do in raising my kids, she does as well; there is no “let them cry, they have to learn”, no “they should eat/sleep only between such and such” and she was genuinly happy yesterday when J let her pick him up for the first time. But I’m excited that hubby is out picking them up now because I haven’t seen them all day (even if it’s only 9.28).
I start school again on Monday which is stressful because it’s been almost 2 years, I start in a different class who all know each other, the entire school moved to an entire new campus, and my laptop isn’t back from rep yet. I’m just grateful that my husband still has two more weeks to go so we don’t have to rush the kiddoes.
We are the last generation who can hear from these survivors directly. Do not take that lightly. Do not waste that opportunity. Do not forget your freedom isn’t infinitely guarenteed. And do not, do not, let it happen again.
I hardly see any heroic posts about Muslims on here, so here you go.
I love that it takes the time to specify that his attack of choice was a flying kick
The hero the world needs
I remember this. But I feel we’re missing some key points. When it happened, he was out jogging with his puppy:
He heard screams and sprinted towards them. He jumped a fence, saw a man pinning a woman down and immediately fly-kicked him in the face, knocking him out. He then gave the woman his jacket because her dress was ripped and got her a taxi home. She only managed to get in contact with him and tell the papers cause she later found his driver’s license in the pocket of the jacket.
“If I see a person in danger then I will intervene. I would not want to ignore it and then read the next day that a woman had been raped or murdered.”
And his message to the attacker:
“He is a coward and a man with no morals. I won’t forget his face.”
“I won’t forget his face BECAUSE IT IS IMPRINTED IN THE SOLE OF MY SHOE.”
Another thing that I hate is the idea that my identity isn’t “age appropriate” for children. Like, my mom described my girlfriend as “a friend of mine” to my 10 year old sister (who unbeknownst to my mom, knows that I am gay have a gf). That shit hurts! It’s really fucking hurtful that people I love think of my being gay as something that children “wouldn’t understand” and should therefore be shielded from. Surprise: children are generally uninterested in the particulars of adult dating/relationships. So if you tell them two people are together they will just take your word for it and not immediately launch into questions about gay sex. Incredible!
Seriously, dismantle the harmful misconception that same gender relationships are somehow more “adult” than different gender ones
One of my 11 year old campers came out as bisexual one night at camp. “Oh, yeah, I’ve known I like boys since I was nine,” he said. “It’s not big deal. Not like it was back in YOUR day.”
Another 12 year old camper came out as trans one night. All my kids immediately switched to using her chosen name as soon as she explained herself, and then went back to playing Magic.
Oh, yeah, this so freaking hard to explain.
Me, to my 9 and 12 year old boys: Your cousin Alicia is marrying her girlfriend, Alice. My boys: Okay.
Me, when another cousin came out: Hey kids, go clean up your rooms. Josh and his new boyfriend, Jeremy are coming over. Kids: But I don’t WANT to clean my room!
Me, when their bisexual cousin John proposed to his girlfriend: Hey kids, John and Jill are getting married. Kids: Okay.
Kids: Mom, why doesn’t Sarah date? Me: Because she doesn’t want to.
I’ll admit, the conversation about their friend’s dad becoming a woman was a more complex conversation, because it was a great opportunity to talk about gender and biology as separate things, but it ended with:
Hey kids, Katie’s dad, Carl, is now a woman, and she’s called “Charlotte.” Kids: “Cool.”
It’s not that hard, people.
Seriously.
My daughter (age 13) Mum I’m a lesbian and I’m dating Katie.
My son (age 15) ok so I’m asexual and I’m non binary and I really need people to use the right pronouns.
Me: no worries **emails teachers to request they use the correct pronouns**
THIS IS NOT HARD PEOPLE JUST TREAT CHILDREN LIKE HUMAN PEOPLES THEY GET THIS SHIT AND UNDERSTAND IT BETTER THAN YOU DO.
Kids won’t even learn to act weird about this stuff unless adults model that for them. Using children who have no reason to even care as an excuse is several extra levels of messed up.
(See also: “Children are cruel!” Yeah, some of them learn fast. Especially when nasty behavior gets excused and encouraged.)
I think what people find hard to explain to their children is “I’m Uncomfortable with LGBT stuff but I’m not LGBTphobic!” (bc, spoilers: they are)
Like a crazy person, I have already bought a lot of the clothes my kids are gonna need for winter. I usually start buying in January because - even though you have to guess sizes - it’s SO much cheaper in the long run. My oldest is 4 and I’ve only guessed incorrectly twice in all this time.
When I’m done, we’ll be up to almost 130 pieces of clothing combined! It sounds like I’m just going overboard, but I promise you, all of this is used. Often we have to buy even more because shit gets lots or broken or they just outgrow it.
I always had terrible periods but they always get worse after giving birth. With my son, my first period resulted in getting picked up by an ambulance. That bad.
Even thought the twins are 9 months old, this is only my second period since their birth. Of course, one of the twins now has a GIANT, swollen eyelid and has to go to the doctor. My husband can’t bring them both because the stroller won’t fit in the tiiiny elevator and he can’t carry two baby carriers from halfway across the city to the doc’s office (they’re renovating seemingly EVERYTHING so there are huge machines and “do not cross” tape every-fucking-where) so I have to take enough painkillers to tranquilize a horse to HOPEFULLY function enough so I can take care of the other bubs while they’re at the doctor’s.
I just hope it’s nothing serious and something easily fixable because I have plenty of allergies and know exactly what it feels like to have a giant, swollen eyelid. Poor baby!
Kids have thing thing where they can freaking smell if it’s important that everything goes to plan - that way they can make sure they ruin it all!
For the first time in a pretty long time, they slept like complete and utter shit. At 10 we had an appointment with our photographer because every 3 months for their first year, we have professional pictures taken of them.
Imagine how hard it is to make a 9 month old, tired baby smile and look in the right direction. Now, imagine two. Whenever we got J to actually smile, D was looking everywhere but the camera. I’m hoping she got a few good ones to choose from because it’s freaking expensive.
Took my oldest for his vaccine yesterday. Hubby forgot to request the woman doctor so I ended up with her asshole husband.
We walk in, my son is upset - obviously - so I pick him up and calmly start explaining again that first we’ll just meassure him ans such.
We’ve been there for 30 seconds when the doctor goes, “I don’t have time for this, come back another day when you’ve explained to him what’s gonna happen”.
I lost it.
Told him he perfectly knew what was going to happen, that coming a different day would be with the twins as well so I couldn’t even calm him, and if he expected me to not vaccinate him until he was 7?
“No, we’ll JUST do the vaccine, but this is child abuse”.
Me talking calmly to my kid while holding him is child abuse apparently!
He weighed him, listened to his lungs for LITERALLY 4 seconds and sent us to the nurse for the vaccine.
This appointment was to check that EVERYTHING is fine - I can weigh him just as easily at home!
At least the nurse is very nice and he got a little toy after the vaccine, and then we went to the candy mix-and-match in the store where he got to pick anything he wanted while I was seething with rage.
