So this is going to be just a short post with my weekly post coming later but I just thought this was funny and wanted to share it.
So I was undressing so that I could take a shower and I glanced in the mirror (now I should probably mention that I have horrible eyesight and can't see things that are far away very well) and I saw a big line right by my stomach. My heart dropped and I was thinking, oh my god, I couldn't be already having stretch marks!!! I am barely showing!!! So I ran in closer and looked in the mirror and nope, I was wrong, it was just a random scratch (which I have no clue how I got either, especially since it was decently large but it was not very bad). I am so glad that I was wrong but it just freaked me out a bit.
Showing posts with label Freak Out. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Freak Out. Show all posts
Friday, June 15, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
Semi Freak Out
So on Sunday the 3rd we had a bunch of friends over to make smores on a friend's fire pit. There was about 7 of us total and we had pizza and then when it got less hot we went outside and made smores. Afterwards I still stayed outside for a bit just because I like watching fire burn and smolder (and we couldn't exactly just leave it alone) so when I was done I noticed how messy our backyard looked (not the landscaping there was just leftover stuff from barbequing and rocks that our dog put on the patio) so I put out the fire and then decided to start putting things away so I sweep all the rocks back, put the barbeque away and rearrange the patio furniture so it looked more purposeful.
Then I go inside and see that there are still tons of stuff on the table and bar. So I start picking up and organizing that too. I start on the living room when my husband that realizes what I am doing and asks me to go sit down with everyone else (some people had gone home by then but not everyone). I nicely decline and say that I would rather keep cleaning up because the house looks like a mess. He asks me again but I just keep doing what I am doing. Then he decides to pick me up and sit me down on his lap and keep me there. It just kept bugging me, all the stuff that was everywhere, I wanted to put it away soooo badly but he wouldn't let me go. So after a bit I tell him I need to use the restroom so he lets me up and when I am done I just go to the kitchen and start working on the dishes. Once hubby realizes what I am doing, I get picked up again and brought back to the couch with the promise that when the TV show is over and when the rest of our guests leave everyone will help me clean up. So once everyone left and the show was over, the boys got up and actually helped me pick the rest of it up. It wasn't an angry freakout just an odd one. But one that made me laugh later on so I thought I would post it.
Then I go inside and see that there are still tons of stuff on the table and bar. So I start picking up and organizing that too. I start on the living room when my husband that realizes what I am doing and asks me to go sit down with everyone else (some people had gone home by then but not everyone). I nicely decline and say that I would rather keep cleaning up because the house looks like a mess. He asks me again but I just keep doing what I am doing. Then he decides to pick me up and sit me down on his lap and keep me there. It just kept bugging me, all the stuff that was everywhere, I wanted to put it away soooo badly but he wouldn't let me go. So after a bit I tell him I need to use the restroom so he lets me up and when I am done I just go to the kitchen and start working on the dishes. Once hubby realizes what I am doing, I get picked up again and brought back to the couch with the promise that when the TV show is over and when the rest of our guests leave everyone will help me clean up. So once everyone left and the show was over, the boys got up and actually helped me pick the rest of it up. It wasn't an angry freakout just an odd one. But one that made me laugh later on so I thought I would post it.
Friday, April 20, 2012
The First Freak Out
So Sunday (the 15th).... It was a long, bad day.... I got up and worked from 7 to 1 and went home to sit around and do nothing, but then I got a call from my friend that works for Habitat for Humanity, asking me to come help her set up her new store (it was opening the next day), so off I went. I stayed there until around six and she fed me so I was thrilled, until I got home.
Mind you we had gotten a letter from our homeowner association saying if we didn't fix the weeds, we would get a fine, so I told the boys to fix it and they told me they had. Then I get home, and I see weeds still, it made me livid. I get out of the car and start pulling them myself, once I have a good pile I text a picture of it to my husband to let him know that they did not do a good enough job. He says he will take care of it when he gets home, but by that time I am too far gone, there was a bunch of stuff that they had been telling me they would do but never get to it, so I decide that I might as well do it myself.
I grab the hedge clippers and gloves and start going at it all. I am having a great time chopping and stewing in my anger, doing nothing but making myself more furious (and fixing the hedges), until my husband drives up. As a side note he had also been calling me and not only did I not pick up the phone, I also turned it off so I wouldn't hear it keep ringing.
He says a cute comment and got a glare from me. He gets out of the car and tries to get me to drop the clippers, I told him to go away because I was in a horrible mood and was going to say something mean, he didn't care. He manages to get me inside and then tells me I need to take a nap, because I was exhausted. I didn't want to, I wanted to work on the yard. He told me I had to lay down for at least half an hour, and then I could come back out.
So half an hour later I come back out and work on the yard with both boys until it gets dark and get most of what was bugging me done. It turned out well.
(as a side story, I was chopping off the dead leaves off our palm tree and the edges are pokey so when I get something stuck to my neck, that's what I thought it was so I asked my roommate and he looked scared and said there was a bug stinging me, I tried brushing it off and he told me it was now on my shoulder, AS HE BACKED AWAY FROM ME!!!! I was so pissed that instead of helping me, he ran away, I went inside and saw that I was indeed stung on the neck so I put a band aid on it and went and tattled to my husband :) )
So I know that any Freak Out story is going to put me in a bad light but it's OK because its how I am right now, my mom told me I should write this all down so that I can remember it all and tell my kid how insane I was when pregnant with them and it makes my husband look very sweet because he is dealing with me so well and so calmly.
Mind you we had gotten a letter from our homeowner association saying if we didn't fix the weeds, we would get a fine, so I told the boys to fix it and they told me they had. Then I get home, and I see weeds still, it made me livid. I get out of the car and start pulling them myself, once I have a good pile I text a picture of it to my husband to let him know that they did not do a good enough job. He says he will take care of it when he gets home, but by that time I am too far gone, there was a bunch of stuff that they had been telling me they would do but never get to it, so I decide that I might as well do it myself.
I grab the hedge clippers and gloves and start going at it all. I am having a great time chopping and stewing in my anger, doing nothing but making myself more furious (and fixing the hedges), until my husband drives up. As a side note he had also been calling me and not only did I not pick up the phone, I also turned it off so I wouldn't hear it keep ringing.
He says a cute comment and got a glare from me. He gets out of the car and tries to get me to drop the clippers, I told him to go away because I was in a horrible mood and was going to say something mean, he didn't care. He manages to get me inside and then tells me I need to take a nap, because I was exhausted. I didn't want to, I wanted to work on the yard. He told me I had to lay down for at least half an hour, and then I could come back out.
So half an hour later I come back out and work on the yard with both boys until it gets dark and get most of what was bugging me done. It turned out well.
(as a side story, I was chopping off the dead leaves off our palm tree and the edges are pokey so when I get something stuck to my neck, that's what I thought it was so I asked my roommate and he looked scared and said there was a bug stinging me, I tried brushing it off and he told me it was now on my shoulder, AS HE BACKED AWAY FROM ME!!!! I was so pissed that instead of helping me, he ran away, I went inside and saw that I was indeed stung on the neck so I put a band aid on it and went and tattled to my husband :) )
So I know that any Freak Out story is going to put me in a bad light but it's OK because its how I am right now, my mom told me I should write this all down so that I can remember it all and tell my kid how insane I was when pregnant with them and it makes my husband look very sweet because he is dealing with me so well and so calmly.
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