I AM ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN
I AM ALLOWED TO CRY OVER SIMPLE THINGS
I AM FULLY AWARE THAT OTHER PEOPLE HAVE PROBLEMS TOO AND THEY ARE PROBABLY WORSE OFF THAN I AM
DO NOT REMIND ME OF THAT WHEN I AM UPSET
MY FEELINGS ARE VALID
I AM ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN
WHAT IS SIMPLE TO YOU COULD BE STRESSFUL TO ME
STOP TELLING ME TO THINK ABOUT PEOPLE THAT HAVE IT WORSE
STOP STOP STOP
Holden is ten weeks old today and I still haven’t updated my shit on tumblr.
Nothing beats getting pissed all over.
Day one of transitioning from my bed to Holden’s bed is semi successful. He’s slept in there twice today, but only for like 20-30 minutes. Ryan’s mom thinks that I need to just leave him in there and let him CIO. No.
I don’t know what to do. Every time I start to do some school work he wakes up. This is my last week of this semester and I have a big paper do. I’m going to fucking scream.
Momma treated herself!💕😍
This picture of my nails has more notes than any other picture I’ve ever posted, wtf
Ryan’s mom drives me absolutely nuts. For the passed few days bubba has had trouble pooping. He gets really stiff and screams while trying for like an hour and then finally gets it out. Well the other night he did it for the first time and she looks at me and says its his colic, mind you i can tell when he’s fucking colicy because he doesn’t scream like he’s in pain. She then proceeded to tell me that a doctor will tell you its normal to go a day without pooping. I am fully aware of that, but when I’m watching him struggling in pain to poop, that is NOT fucking normal. She also said it can’t be constipation because its not hard. Wut. If hes screaming while hes trying to poop for a fucking hour it’s constipation. I swear to fucking god that woman knows nothing. Holy fuck we need to move out before I punch her in her fucking face.
On the other hand Ryan started training today for the service manager position at the garage where he’s a mechanic. Now he’ll be on salary so we wont have to wonder what his check is going to be every week, and will be able to budget our money better. I’m excited. Things are finally starting to look up.
If I ever get married, our vows better be based on the Team Rocket motto.
I vow to protect you from devastation.
To unite our privates and feel sensation.
To pronounce you as my one true love,
and see the glitter of your eyes in the stars above.
Team Rocket, married, committed for life!
Pronounce us now, as husband and wife!
This is the best thing I’ve seen on Tumblr today.
Bubba is 2 months old today!(: