Wednesday, August 30, 2006
reason five
Reason number five he is an ass is simple. Actually, it’s not. It’s complex. Last night I got home really REALLY late (it was actually this morning). I said to Bear, as I crawled into bed, “weirdest thing. I feel like I am ovulating.”
He promptly asked me for sex so we could have another kids. His reasoning? “You don’t ovulate so if this is it this may be our only chance.”
Hmmm… perhaps he didn’t remember how hard the pregnancy was. Or what “high risk” means. Or the surgery. Or the infection. Or the blood transfusion. Or all the medications. Or the blood pressure issue. Or the fact that the doctor point blank informed us that I almost died and should not have another baby because it could be possibly fatal.
Yes, maybe he forgot all of that.
Fucker.
Needless to say, he did not get laid. I was tired.
In the mean time, Nut STILL has not had a nap. He just wants to play and play and play. I am exhausted. I need him to nap. I need some alone time. It was great that FG came over and baby-sat so I could work out. I came home and in return spent about an hour giving her her first pole-dancing lesson. (yes, pole dancing. EXCATLY what you think.) Nut just sat and watched. We are scheduled for another one this weekend.
Currently the Nut is crying in the bedroom. He just needs a fucking nap. It’s 423 in the after noon and he hasn’t napped since he woke up today at 1030. I have tried everything. Food, burping (and vomit all over me twice now), gave him MY teddy bear, took him on a walk, played ocean noises, bounced, sang, rocked… I am totally out of ideas so I am just letting him cry himself out now. And I think it worked! He has been quiet for about a minute now! Yea!!! Sanity break for mommy!! Wohoo!!
Militant Yuppie and I are going out for dinner tonight. We are going to go over to the place FG works at to harass her. When I called him up to see if he wanted to go get dinner he said, “sure….” And I could almost hear in his head “so what’s the catch?”. No catch, just bored and lonely.
There is no bear here for me. That makes me sad. Even if he is an ass.
posted by Nut's mom at 4:35 PM
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2 Comments:
God, I feel like I could have that same situation with my husband (although on other topics) over and over again.
I HATED when my son wouldn't sleep. They seem to get even MORE wound up when they are overtired. Know exactly how that is.
I once had a migraine so horrible I went down into our dirty, dusty dank basement to get away from the noise and light (we lived in a very small house with lots of windows along a very busy street at the time.) I was curled up in a ball on an exercise mat. My hubby came down, asked what was wrong, then offered to get me more meds from the store. He came home TWO hours later. I asked him what took him so long. He had gotten a haircut. He said, 'I didn't think you were hurting that bad." Uh hello! I'm curled up in a ball in a dirty, disgusting basement JACKASS! I hurt so bad, I'm thinking I should go to the ER!
So on the "he's an ass thing?" Can totally relate. They just don't get it, do they.
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