disgruntled
Jan. 2nd, 2006 07:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamajoanI am super, super pissed off about the fact that we just had three days off, three long days in which it would have been perfectly excellent for some snow to fall -- but it didn't, and now, just when we finally get to return to normal life, it's supposed to snow a whole buttload tomorrow. (6-10 inches according to one source, 4-7 from another, all during the day tomorrow.)
Seriously, people, words cannot express how much this fucking pisses me off. Words cannot express how badly I need to get back to my daily routine, to wit, how badly I need to start getting some large chunks of time away from kid-duty. The past couple of weeks have only confirmed what I already knew: that I am not cut out to be a full-time stay-at-home mom. I love my kid. Honestly, truly I do. But seriously if I have to stay home with him one more day, namely tomorrow, there is almost certainly going to be bloodshed. I can't take any more fucking togetherness. I am going to blow a gasket. Seriously. (And if I may be so bold as to speak for Isaac, the feeling is mutual.)
In other news, I'm also super annoyed about the fact that here I am six months pregnant, closing rapidly in on the third trimester, and yet I'm STILL really fucking queasy and spending entire days so nauseated that I can hardly eat. Not every day, no, but often enough that it's really discouraging. *whiiiine*
OK, so just now as I was typing this, Isaac tried to touch my keyboard and I just said a firm, but calm "no" and now he's bawling his head off. See? He needs a fucking break from me too. I'm sayin'.
Seriously, people, words cannot express how much this fucking pisses me off. Words cannot express how badly I need to get back to my daily routine, to wit, how badly I need to start getting some large chunks of time away from kid-duty. The past couple of weeks have only confirmed what I already knew: that I am not cut out to be a full-time stay-at-home mom. I love my kid. Honestly, truly I do. But seriously if I have to stay home with him one more day, namely tomorrow, there is almost certainly going to be bloodshed. I can't take any more fucking togetherness. I am going to blow a gasket. Seriously. (And if I may be so bold as to speak for Isaac, the feeling is mutual.)
In other news, I'm also super annoyed about the fact that here I am six months pregnant, closing rapidly in on the third trimester, and yet I'm STILL really fucking queasy and spending entire days so nauseated that I can hardly eat. Not every day, no, but often enough that it's really discouraging. *whiiiine*
OK, so just now as I was typing this, Isaac tried to touch my keyboard and I just said a firm, but calm "no" and now he's bawling his head off. See? He needs a fucking break from me too. I'm sayin'.
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Date: 2006-01-03 02:22 pm (UTC)I cannot imagine how you do this without a partner and pregnant.
I'm not cut out for it either; it's one of my "favorite" rants. If I had no aptitude for accounting, I wouldn't say, "Well, I'm terrible at this, but my family and minister say I should be one," and expect people to bring me their taxes to do. And no one else would expect that either.