Why Do They Put Up With Me?

I just realized that the posts I have been sending by email haven't been posting. Grrrr. I will post them one day this weekend.


Yesterday was my wedding anniversary and I remembered! Ok this may not seem like a bid deal but it really is. Since my first wedding anniversary it has been an issue. I thought it was the 28th instead of the 29th. My husband teased me so much about being a day early that I've made a special effort to remember.

That special effort lead me to be even more confused. It became a mental debate for me. Is it the 29th and I thought it was the 28th or is it the 30th and I thought it was the 29th.

This year I remembered correctly though and I was so proud! I got home and greeted everyone and beamed as I presented my husband with the card that I had loving purchased the day before.

And he forgot!!! My hubby who never failed to remember before, who got me a card and flowers for our day we met anniversary this year, who teased me so much he gave me a complex forgot! It was fabulous!!

It is a going joke at work that at 5:30 every night my hubby will call and ask when I am coming home. When I answer the phone he doesn't greet me or ask me about my day. Instead it is 'When are you going to be home?' He has picked up the kiddies from Daycare and then starts the countdown until when I will be home. This has been going on for months.

I finally got so aggravated with his habit of not greeting me after he did it 4 times one night in an hour and half. I mentioned it that night when I finally got home and it has been hit or miss since.

Tonight when he called he was super sweet. Asking me how month end was going and how I was feeling. Maybe he was feeling guilty about forgetting our anniversary, but it was so nice.

He then nicely asks me when I think I might be leaving. I told him it would be a while since I was in the middle of something. He tells me, 'Well I thought I would take the kids to McDonald's tonight since they were really good today. I just wanted to let you know that we weren't going to be home right away.'

My first thought was, No. You can't. You don't take them to playland, I do. I'm the fun parent. I am such a horrible wife and mother.

I should also throw in a disclaimer that this was probably the only way they were going to have dinner tonight since I haven't gone grocery shopping in about three weeks. My cupboards are bare. I think there is a package of hot dogs and a frozen pizza in the freezer, one lonely box of Mac and cheese in the pantry, and condiments and drinks in the fridge.

Since the kids and hubby are fed and there is nothing at home worth eating, I am stopping at our favorite hot dog place to get a gyros.

I haven't had a gyros in about a year, and hubby loves them so it is perfect. I get my craving taken care of, and get to remind hubby why I am the fun parent in one fell swoop.

Again, I am a horrible wife and mommy. No wonder he forgot our anniversary!

Day After

I hurt. From head to toe and everywhere in between. I feel better after the 3 hour nap my son and I had but am paying for it now. My daughter wasn't tired, so I told her she didn't have to nap as long as she had quiet time. Why did I do this? I felt like I was hungover even though I didn't anything to drink. Chalk it up to days without sleep, constant stress and running. So now I get to clean up the huge bottle
Of baby powder that she spread everywhere and played baker with.
I left my house at 6 AM Tue and didn't return until 11 PM Wed. I went to work and then straight to the hospital. They started the pitocen at 9 PM Tuesday night and I didn't leave her side until I was leaving to go home. My mom and her husband were useless.

They were upsetting and stressing her more then they were helping. I was ready to send them out of the room if they didn't stay quiet. Instead of encouraging her and telling her how good she was doing, they kept telling her that she would deliver any minute. They were telling her that for over two hours. Her pain meds had started to wear off at 8 centimeters and she wanted to push. I calmed her down and talked soothing to her and she wouldn't let go of my hand.

When it came time to push finally she was tired but came through like a champ. Her husband counted for her while I encouraged her and helped her push. It took about an hour and then her beautiful son was born.

I finally came home knowing that twenty people would arrive at my house at 2 PM. My husband did what he could, but he had the kids to deal with so there was lots left to do before I could start cooking.

My day started at 6 AM and everything was done and food was in the oven when the seven other kids decended on my house with their parents and grandparents. Just having nine kids makes for a loud house, but of the nine kids six of them were five and under.

I was kept running by making sure the food was cooking properly and everyone had everything they needed. I am sure I wasn't the best hostess, but it had been a long couple of days. I think I was entirely justified in getting a little upset a few times. I like fresh naked bread as much as anyone else, but not when you try to cut it on my counter with nothing under it! I mean fucking really!? And is it too much to ask that you occasionally pay attention to your kids? If they are shreeking at the top of their lungs and you don't say something, don't get upset when I or someone else does.

As much as I deserved, needed, and probably should have had a drink, I didn't. I was scared that without the coffee I started drinking Tuesday morning and hadn't stopped drinking since I would fall on my face in exhaustion. Everyone was shoved out the door to their respective homes by 8 PM and my house was asleep by 9.

Perversely, I am looking foward to going into work tomorrow so I can relax. I don't even mind that I will again be up at 6 AM on a Saturday to do it.