The cupcake failure from previous days has finally unfailured itself and the end result looks like this:
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Today is Benjamin’s 4th birthday. And although it’s not even lunchtime, a whole bunch of stuff has happened so far that leaves me kinda, um….flabberghasted. Exhausted. Ticked-off. Fed up. You know.
THE USUSAL SENTIMENTS.
Only more so.
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A very wise woman who has many children advised me this morning to always PLAN in such a way as if you have no help. Because even if you think there may be some help, or are counting on such help to arrive, chances are (at least in this household) that it is not the kind of help you have envisioned. Or there may be a complete absence of anticipated help.
So plan to do it yourself, she says. If you get help, great. If you don’t, well, at least you managed to get it done on your own. If all hell breaks loose with, or without, the help, then you can at least feel free(er) to blame “the other one”.
Or the kids.
Either way, it’s not your fault.
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This morning, DH was not unhappy about the fact that THEY scheduled him to be done by around mid-afternoon. Which we all know really means late afternoon. But even late afternoon is better than not being home for dinner when it’s your only boy’s birthday.
Later in the morning, DH was unhappy about the schedule change he happened to come across accidentally (by doing something dumb like check his work email prior to leaving for work). Supposedly, he is now no longer done at mid-afternoon-late-afternoon-ish. He is now done probably sometime after dinner.
So he stomped out of the house without the coffee I made him, leaving me to drink 17 more cups.
Now I’m unhappy because he’s unhappy.
I suggested he speak to them and just tell them to change the schedule back, since he always does extra work and works after work and works at night and checks email when he shouldn’t be checking email.
Not sure if he will or not.
Birthday boy and his grandparents and Sonja and I will just have to plan to eat without him.
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I had to do 17 loads of laundry this morning because my children have pee issues. Everything is wet with pee. The boy’s bed. The boy’s pjs. The girl’s clothes. The girl’s exersaucer.
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