Did you give her a drink after 8?

Remember on the Gremlins movie there were certain things you couldn't do or the cute little thingies turned into Gremlins?

Well, that's kinda how it is with my daughter. She can't have anything to drink after 8 o'clock at night, or she'll pee the bed. I know this, she knows this, and I thought my DH knew this.

I was wrong.

There's nothing better than waking up to a warm sensation on your side at 2 a.m.

The having a pissed of (better than pissed on, like me hee hee) DH raising his voice at your daughter, who is already upset and sobbing.

So, what the hell do you do to clean piss out of a mattress? We dried it up as much as possible, then putting baking soda on it, and then flipping it. I didn't know if I should scrub it with soap and water, or what??

I can't throw it away and get a new one. I'm lucky I got this one. And she'll probably have an accident again.

You get what you pay for.

Went yesterday to buy a pedometer.

Apparently it is wise to spend more than $8 on one. From the time you turn it on to the time you clip it to your waist it says you've already taken 5 steps.

So I hit the reset button while it's clipped to my waistband. Then I walk out to my car, and back into the house. According to the pedometer I walked 103 steps. Yeah.....not likely.

Damn it.

So I guess I'm going to take it back to good ol Wally World, and get a refund. What a let down.

On a side note, I kinda had a bad night with DH, due to my mental breakdown/emotional issues. But that's for another blog, probably on the other site, as the beginning of that breakdown was brought on by my saying "I'm guessing that you're rubbing my back because you want a blow job" Apparently that's an invitation to fight. Just so you all know.

Then this morning, when I dropped my kids off at my SIL's, out of the blue, she starts bragging about her calf muscles.

WTF? Do I care how big her calves are, and how toned? No. I could give two shits less. But I smiled and said "Good Job".

You know why? Cause I'm a doormat. Hence my mental breakdowns.

Damnit

OMG, I'm becoming Uncle Shiny Face!

I realized this morning that I have adapted a very undesirable trait.

I lie to my DH regarding the food that I eat.

Auntie Come Hither and I have talked about Uncle Shiny Face's eating disorder. He's a closet eater.

He eats normal at home, but leaves home and gets huge amounts of fast food, junk food, candy bars, and pop, energy drinks etc.

It has become an real issue in their relationship.

I've always agreed with ACH, and how he needs to stop. He needs to be honest, etc.

But here lately, since DH and I have been "watching our weight" and working out and such....I've been lieing to him.

I know that I'll get this 10 minute lecture in a stern voice, and crossed arms, and blah blah blah....

So I don't mention if I have some M&M's. I don't mention if I stop at McDonalds for breakfast. I don't mention if we order lunch at work and I get a cheeseburger.

I don't want the guilt lecture.

I guess I need to quit being a hypocrite.

Or he needs to quit trying to be my father/judge.

One of the two.

I will not smack my Mother-In-Law

Ok, I might smack her, not too hard. She is still grieving after all.

A lot of you have heard me complain about how my In Laws are certifiable RedNecks - borderline white trash???

Yeah, well here is a perfect example.

I came home yesterday, and my SIL was at my house. (She cleans for me twice a week, and I pay her for it, and it makes me happy. For at least the first hour I'm home on those days).

Anyhow, my SIL was sitting on my chair, and I was calling my MIL to see if the funeral home had given her any special Thank you Cards, or if we were just going to buy them ourselves. We had received a lot of gifts and cards, and I wanted to get a head start on completeing the Thank You's.

She wasn't home, so I just left a message. My SIL (who is sweet as pie, but kinda on the dumb side), said "MIL wants me to run her to the store"

I was like "wha??" "What are you talking about????"

She said, "Yeah, MIL wants to get some poster board, like the kind you use for garage sales, and some stakes. We're going to make 2 signs, one for her yard, and one for ours, that says "Thanks for your gifts, thoughts and prayers. Isn't that better than sending Thank you cards?"

I sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. I stood up, walked over to my front door. I stretched my neck while I picked up my ciggerattes and lighter. I turned back around, and looked at her as I opened the door.

"DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE, TAKE HER TO BUY THAT STUFF. I'LL HAVE DH TALK TO HER."

SIL just looked at me with this blank kinda puzzled smile. She said ok, I won't.

It's better if I do the thinking for them. At least they listen. That's one step better than my dogs, or my kids.

A bitchin post

A bitching post.

Yesterday we received a sympathy card from some friends. We used to be very close to these friends, but for various reasons, we are more like acquaintances now. Mostly it’s because of me.

I’m very jealous of them and their lives. What kind of friend is jealous of another friend? Well I am, of them. First of all, they seem way more wealthy then we are. Now this is not the reason in itself that I am jealous. I have several friends that are better off then we are. Let’s be honest, it’s not difficult to be better off then we are.

First, let me explain that she is a S.A.H.M. Which is wonderful in itself. I’m glad she can be with her kids. He goes into houses that have been foreclosed and cleans them out. Apparently that is very lucrative.

Anyhow, they have a HUGE home, I mean, over 5,000 Sq. Ft. Which around here, is HUGE. Including a 6 car garage, swimming pool, the works.

They have a HUGE television….brand new. They have 2 BRAND NEW vehicles. One of which is a truck that I know was at least $70,000.00.

She goes shopping for clothes for her and her children at least once a week.

They went to Disneyland for Christmas. They took their BIL’s, MIL’s, FIL’s. For an entire week.

They bought a car (2008 Mustang) for a friend (rumored to be a friend with benefits).

I could go on and on.

Technically, as a friend, I should be happy for them. Excited for them. But I’m not. I’m jealous and resentful. WTF are we doing wrong that we don’t even have 1 of the above items???

So anyhow, we get a sympathy card, and it says that they don’t understand why we aren’t close anymore, they miss us, and love us, and want our kids to spend time together. They are there for us..blah, blah…and again, that they want us to be close again.

What should I say? What should I do? Tell her how I feel. That will more than likely just piss her off…..

How can I change my feelings? Should I??

And the journey begins.....again.......for the 15th time

Hey, at least I don't give up forever right?

I'm back on track to be healthful. According to my endocrinologist I have to lose 10 lbs to be out of the danger zone for diabetes. Then I can quit taking my meds for diabetes. Yippee!!!

So last night I went to the gym. According to the good Dr. I must incorporate 60 additional minutes of movement a day. So I've been trying to keep it simple. Go the gym when I can. I'm going to buy a pedometer. Dancing with my princess daughter. Stuff like that.

I REALLY pushed myself at the gym yesterday. DH was very proud....and I was proud of myself as well. Now I just have to try it again.

Oh yeah, and I got a new toothbrush. Normally this ins't major news, but I got my first electric one. Wow is that weird. I haven't decided if I like it or not. I can only imagine that's what it would feel like if I put a vibrator in my mouth.....not that I would ever do that......

Some sad news...

Sorry to not being here the last few days. My father in law unexpectedly passed away. Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers. The family is doing as well as can be expected.