So, I think I'm suffering mentally because of my lack of blogging. And your probably like, "What the hell can she even complain about? She's sitting home all day long...."
Well, there is the issue of my paycheck, which has been screwed for the last 2 pay periods. For some reason they thought I was on an unpaid leave of absence, and therefore, paid me about $200 this past Friday. SO, I call them and argue, and they can research it, but who knows how long. So I have the admin in my office call and straighten it out. They tell her that they will overnight me a check on Monday for receipt today. I called today to check on it and they haven't even cut the check. And it won't be cut until today's cycle, which means I will have it on Thursday. Which is BS. And yes, we moved things around and were able to cover our mortgage payments that came out on Monday, but that WAS SO NOT THE POINT. So about 15 minutes ago, someone from payroll called me to say "hey, we've shorted you about $1800 total, should we overnight it???" WHO THE FUCK HAVE I BEEN TALKING TO HERE????
What else? Lucy turned 3 yesterday, and insisted on chocolate cupcakes with pink frosting and GRAPE juice boxes for school. Cupcakes were eaten but the juice boxes were sent home. WTF. I don't want grape juice boxes in my house. GRAPE.....HELLO! We surprised her with a trip to Applebee's for dinner, because in her words "Applebees is my favorite restaurant!" and then we came home for cake and presents. Her size 3 & up Dora bike helmet was too small on her which made no sense to me, and limited her riding her new Dora bike to up and down the driveway....not that she could figure out the pedals anyway---the brakes just screwed her right up.
I weigh less than I weighed before I got pregnant, yet none of my clothes fit me. Seriously. Perhaps my hips will shrink back down. It's really irritating. I was all triumphant about losing the pregnancy weight so quickly, and then some, because I've been really good about what I eat AND the baby and I have been out walking. This was a friggin slap in the face.
But, oh well, I'll make due.
FIL. that's all I'm even going to say. I could devote an entire website to him. But he helps me with the kids. And the baby. SO I won't.
Lucy is still an emotional wreck. If you tell her she is doing something wrong as it relates to baby, she freaks the hell out. You can't even look at her the wrong way.
And Bud is taking full advantage of me being tied down to a nursing baby. He's been out of control while Hub is at work. I think we've gotten that worked out though.
Finally, Lucy's birthday party is on Saturday, and I have nothing done. Not a single thing. I don't even know who is coming. I need to order a cake.
I need to get down here and write more often, huh? I'm a mess.
Honestly, I can't wait to get back to work. If it weren't for the late night feedings and complete lack of sleep, I'd go back tomorrow. I'm not cut out to be at home. (And you know that when I get back to work, I'll want to be home with Hub and the kids. Total catch 22. And I'm entitled to feel that way, I think.)