Woke up this morning to ANOTHER big giant one poop and not in the potty... Really love starting my days this way. I've tried convincing him to go potty as soon as he wakes up, but it must take 15-30 minutes for it to really kick in. Oh well, in time... I hope...

My dh is the grumpy one today. We were discussing what to have for dinner, and I said I'd cook spaghetti because the kids all like it and it's quick and easy. Him: And what else? Me: um... what do you mean what else? Bread? Him: YOu know I never eat just spaghetti! I need something else, meat sauce or something! Me: I thought it was assumed (by now) that when I said spaghetti, it comes with meat sauce.

Well, he decided he didn't want spaghetti and told me not to fix him any, he'd thaw a pork chop later and fix it with some fries or something. He left for the grocery store, I cooked, we ate, he came back and asked where his was... You told me not to cook you any? Him:

He wanted apple pie, so I went to the trouble and made (from scratch) an apple pie (after cleaning up the dinner mess). Ds3 was ready for bed, and the pie had another 5 minutes or so to cook. I asked him to get it out for me in 3 minutes... he forgot it for another 10 and the crust is ... blackened to say the least. He found that hilarious. I can't believe he couldn't remember something for the 3 minutes it took me to get upstairs, he'd already forgotten.

I'm terribly frustrated with him right now. He sits at his computer all day long (ALL DAY LONG) playing online poker and watching TV. He never talks to me, and if I talk to him I might as well be talking to my wall because he doesn't hear it anyway. Absolutely and totally frustrating! I have no friends around here, only my mom, and she has assured me that I am far more patient than she... she said both he and the TV would have been in the yard by now had she been married to him . I try to busy myself with the kiddies (that's not really difficult) but the evenings sure are lonely after they've slept.

So I spend a lot of time talking to myself, blogging, and trying to convince my desk to talk back to me... Blah.

So I went to the dr today, signed in, waited 10 min to get my blood pressure and weight checked, went back to the waiting room for another 10 minutes... Went to a little room and was instructed to pee in a cup, waited a few more minutes... a nurse came in and measured my belly and listened to the baby's heartbeat, and left. I waited another 10 minutes or so for the dr to come in and say "Everything looks great, see you in 4 weeks!" Now I remember why I prefer midwives. He literally spent less than 30 seconds in the room with me, and yet I'm sure he'll bill my insurance for a full visit. On the bright side, the nurse told me that if I needed/wanted more time off work to simply call next week and they'd have the paperwork ready for me at the front desk. They make it too easy on a girl!

I've been so moody and grouchy the past few days. I just can't seem to get over it. I don't know if it's hormones, heat, or having to put up with dh far more than usual that's getting to me, but something is driving me up the wall and I can't quite put my finger on it. I'm just fussy!

Ds3 sang his whole abc's today all by himself! Can't believe his memory, it kills me. And he woke me up to another big one giant poop this morning
. Maybe that's why I'm fussy, waking up to that will certainly not put one in a good mood first thing in the morning! Oh well, in time in time...

Can't believe it but I'm going to be 17 weeks already on Monday. Time flies! I have my 20wk u/s in a few weeks and will really have to decide if we (read me) want to know the gender. I want to keep it a surprise, but I don't know if I'm strong-willed enough to not let them tell me! Dh wants to know of course. It might help me get used to the name if it's a boy, and stop worrying about it if it's not. Something to think about I guess.

Off to bed for tonight!

It's HOT and HUMID and STICKY and ICKY! I'd love to have a big ole pool in my backyard right about now! Dh kept turning off the a/c this morning, which may or may not have contributed to my semi-major meltdown. I was really fuming pissed, and really couldn't pinpoint why... still can't! But I think I'm over it now...

Ds3 woke my up this morning with: "MOm I made a big GIANT one poop!" And he did. He had a pullup on from just waking up, but it was no match for the giant. He had it everywhere, from ankle to back, bed, floor, stairs, everything he had come into contact with on his way down the stairs. That's a great way to start the day.

Dh kept letting him go outside, and then leaving him there . This is a common argument of ours, as we do not seem to agree that 2 years old is not old enough to be outside alone. Dh thinks it's no big deal and he'll come in eventually. We live on a busy street to boot, and I really don't trust ds3 to NOT run into traffic let alone all the crazy idiots out there, getting lost, wandering off or whatever. No... just NO!

Then I'm cooking breakfast and ds3 has wandered upstairs... dh goes up to check what he's into, and comes back down to tell me the bathroom looks like a pool because he's been playing in the water. Did he even attempt to clean any of it up? No, of course not, just informing me of the mess that awaited. Of course I didn't realized this (I just assumed if he found it he'd clean it) and so it sat until the next time I went up to pee and almost killed myself sliding across the bathroom floor. Luckily it's a small bathroom and I hit the wall before anything else .

I asked dh to go to the bank for me on the way to work, but he couldn't because he was busy watching soccer... So me and ds3 went. Then we went to lunch with my mom, and I bitched to her a lot and felt much better. Dh went to work and ds3 and I came home and took a nap in the nice a/c and we both feel much better now .

Dh just came home from work, and I hope for the rest of the evening to be stress-free. Big time thunderstorms coming, which I love but dh is afraid to death of; usually I'm sitting on the porch and he's yelling from inside "You're crazy, get back in here!"

Better get on my porch, I hear the thunder rumbling!

That's what today was, a laid-back at home day with the kiddies. All of them. It was very nice, and I think even the teenager enjoyed it for a while! Nice to not have to think about going back to work for a while! Trying to enjoy that while it lasts...

I'm over being mad at dh. He cooked dinner for all of us tonight because they had me so worn out from the day. The kids don't like it when he cooks, but it was heavenly for me . Now if only I could convince him to go do the dishes too... But it is Father's Day tomorrow and all, so I guess I'll have at it.

Nothing much exciting going on here unless you're into candyland, uno (splash version), Guess Who, Clue, or Chutes and Ladders! We're having fun though.

No houses that is... Going to go look at another one on Monday and see how it goes. And probably one more later next week (the owners are on vacation until Monday). After that, there's nothing else we really want to see or can agree on, so I guess we'll just wait for something else to open up!

I got all the kiddies back from dad today, so we have a full house again! The youngest 2 are fighting already (they love to do that I think!) and really they have been quite trying today. The youngest quite frankly did not sleep NEARLY enough last night, and we are all paying for it today! We really need a better night-night routine. Dh usually takes him up to bed and stays with him until he sleeps, but sometimes (like last night ) he is more interested in getting back to his online poker and gets really angry at ds3 if he doesn't sleep fast enough. Well, there really is no forcing a two-year old to sleep, and I'm quite certain that yelling, screaming, and forcefully holding the child in bed is doing nothing to encourage a peaceful transition to dreamland . I went up and told dh to go back downstairs as he was entirely too worked up, but poor ds3 didn't sleep until after 1 a.m. Seriously thinking of firing dh from bedtime duty, as this has become more and more of a habit. Online poker is no reason to put a child through that, and I enjoy putting him to bed so it seems logical to me...

Had a bad night with dh last night (no, really? couldn't tell! ) and I think everything he did was getting on my last nerve. Started with dinner, when one steak and 3 ears of corn were not enough for this man . He had to eat teenager's steak too (teenager had left before dinner and asked me to keep his until he got home). Then of course it's not dinner without salad so he made one out of half a head of lettuce and 2 tomatoes, then jumped all over ds3 for trying to "steal" some of his tomatoes. Ds3 loves loves LOVES tomatoes, but daddy was having no part of sharing with him. Now tell me, seriously, who needs 2 steaks (not little ones either, full size and all), 3 ears of corn, and a salad, and can't spare a few slices of tomatoes for a two-year-old? I had to slice another tomato for ds3 (not like we didn't have more in there, geez) and cook another steak for teenager. He will eat that much every night and day if it's there, and yet stays steady at 6'4 and 190. Go figure. If I ate like that I'd weight 800 lbs by the end of the year. I don't eat much to start with, and next to him it looks like I eat nothing so I guess I just don't understand how a person could seriously feel "hungry" enough to eat all that. But he swears he does. Every meal. Which is fine when we have it, but I can't stand for someone to take away from the kids (teenager) or not share with the kids (ds3) when there is so much food. Give me a break already, you're not going to starve before breakfast!

So yeah, after that I was already upset and the bedtime fiasco didn't help. Trying hard to be over it today, and it's easier since it's just me and the kiddies for now. Need to get ds3 in bed before he comes home though, or I might lose it...

I'm off to work on that, it's getting to be about that time.