Remove your nipple from Fang’s mouth BEFORE she tries to bite it off and swallow it whole.
Ugh. Why am I still nursing her, even if it only is twice a day at most?
Something tells me that it won’t be long before she’s weaned herself completely. The tooth marks on my boob just may have something to do with that.
Current Mood:
Surprised
It’s official. All of it.
James had his final phone interview yesterday, and by the afternoon he was informed that they’d be making him an offer for sure. So this morning, he had two phone calls from managers of different teams to give him a breakdown of what each of the two jobs would entail. From there, he made his choice of which position he felt would be more appropriate for his skills, let HR know his decision, and was given his formal offer.
He accepted it.
And I would like to say that this and the part where he told his current manager that he is resigning from his job all happened while I was taking a nap this afternoon.
Yeah, I know. It’s a shock. I couldn’t believe the girls slept long enough for me to actually nap, either. Can you imagine that they both just took a couple hour nap? Did that actually happen? When the heck does that ever happen?
Oh right. The part where MY HUSBAND JUST ACCEPTED A JOB OFFER IN SEATTLE!
His official start date is August 31st. As in, next month. As in, next month in the city of Seattle. As in…
…we are moving to Seattle in a few weeks.
The company is relocating us, so in a matter of weeks, our butts will all be on a plane to our new residence, a.k.a. The Emerald City.
I am absolutely, completely and totally in shock right now. I don’t think the news has actually consciously hit me yet.
I’m dreaming right now, right?
HOLY CRAP!
*breathe*
Current Mood:
Esctatic
http://www.mamapedia.com/voices/a-moment-of-clarity-overcoming-postpartum-depression
When my debilitating experience with postpartum depression/anxiety/OCD knocked me upside the head and screamed, “If you don’t ‘fess up about this, you’re a moron and a complete fool,” I knew I had to share my most intimate mental agony with others so they would know that they weren’t alone.
Hence, my once-private, anonymous blog became public with my name posted proudly on the About page. Since then, it has become a personal goal of mine to help educate women and men from all walks of life about how serious this mental disorder really is, and that there is no shame in seeking help if you or someone you love is experiencing it.
Perhaps my way of educating is a bit less orthodox than usual, however being a school-teacher-on-hiatus, I have learned that truthful experience holds the best kind of lessons.
I am painfully honest at times, unafraid to utter a cuss word or two, and have blogged about private, embarrassing details that have probably scared a number of readers off… but I still hope that some have found my brutal honesty refreshing, if not absolutely disgusting at times.
Thank you for being a reader. You’ve been and will continue to remain an integral part of my ongoing therapy.
Current Mood:
Cool
This morning I was responding to an email and had a moment of ouch, that kind of hurt my feelings. Not what the email said, but by the person with whom I was corresponding. It was one of the few people I actually confided in when I started losing my mind, hoping that this particular person was close enough to not judge me. I was wrong. I didn’t hear from that person again for several months. When I did, it was because they needed a little support from me regarding their own personal situation.
To say it hurt is a gross understatement. I was so angry I swore to myself I’d never speak to them again. But here I am, too nice as always, being supportive to a person that walked away when I needed help the most. It’s one of my fundamental flaws. If only I could be as mean in “real life” as I can on my blog.
I thought of confronting ShittyfriendX about what happened, but some battles are not worth fighting. This is one of them.
And instead, I was reminded of one of the funniest things my sister ever emailed me and I couldn’t stop laughing.
Yeah, maybe I have a twisted sense of humor, but it made me feel better. In the scheme of things, ShittyfriendX is no one to me. While the old feelings of hurt come tumbling back when I talk to that person, the sting of the bite fades as quickly as it came, and I am left wondering how I ever felt close to that person.
Are you surprised I actually admitted that even though I can dish it and eat it without getting butt-hurt, sometimes it stings a little?
See, I’m not the cold-hearted bitch I appear to be. YES, MY FEELING GET HURT SOMETIMES. I’m human.
Current Mood:
Angry
So I logged into my email this morning and as soon as my homepage popped up, I heard this, “Hellloooo!”. I almost jumped.
What the fuck?
I couldn’t figure out where it came from, so I just assumed I was hearing things, which is completely normal for a crazy person like me. Really.
But anyway, I forgot about that annoying little greeting and just logged into my email again… and the same thing happened! This time I peeked around my screen to find the source, and I was so irritated that I almost took a sledge hammer to my computer before I remembered that it wasn’t my computer’s fault.
It was a freaking advertisement talking to me!
Okay, so advertisements in general… I understand why they’re there, and I can just block them out if they annoy me (and heck, I’d be a sellout and post ‘em on my website if I received a handsome check in the mail to do so), but this, THIS, was just crossing the line.
Someone point me in the direction to whomever created that piece of shit banner on my email’s homepage. He/she/it needs a foot stuck up their ass, and mine is ready to do the honors.
Current Mood:
Alarmed