Fuck-ups

So I have these renters upstairs. I hate them.
They have yet to pay rent on time for the last 6 months. They stretch it out over the entire month. The rent is 300$. How does 2 able bodied adults not able to come up with 300$ a month. That is all they have to pay, they have nothing else.
They are dirty. She is a stripper (that just lost her job), how the hell do you do that? Is the job that hard? And if you are stripping and you can't make at least 300$ a month....there is something wrong. I thought that is why people did it...for the money.
He does nothing......this does not help.
They take things without asking. They ask to take everything. I hate them.
They have a car in my driveway (a deadass broken one) and it just sits there.
They are loud. I hate them.
I yelled at him today......I hate them.

If rent does not come on time this month, they are out.
I let them know today, that I will not be fucked with anymore. The situation has turned hostile.
He is really good at changing the subject when you confront him.
"I am trying to get a job at such and such"
To which I replied I am trying to do a lot of things too......But I still have to make my house payment. My mortgage company is not so sympethetic.

I hate them.

HNBaby

Daddy always puts his shirt on his head when he changes his clothes......

Doomed from the start

Conversation with Mr. Perfect from work....

Me: Hey babe whatcha doin?

Mr. Perfect: Oh just sittin here with the boy, watching TV.

Me: Whatcha watchin?

Mr. Perfect: Prison gangs.

Me: Oh yeah.

Mr. Perfect: Yeah, it's called keistering.

Me: What is?

Mr. Perfect: When they hide things in their butts.

Yes people, this is my family.
Quality television for the kids.

Peuking and playing

There is too much yummy food on Thanksgiving. I had such a stomachache when I got home that night. Not because I ate too much, but because I was not used to eating all that stuff. I have been eating whatever I can shove in my mouth when the baby isn't crying or eating himself.....man I shit like I have never shit before.

But it was fun. I enjoyed being with the family and all. I did not enjoy having to lug all of the baby crap around with me. It is such a production to do anything with the baby.

Mr. Perfect was sick on Sunday. Peuking and all. That was fun. I had to play nurse and mommy to two little boys. He is not such a good peuker. I mean, our bathroom is 2 steps from the bedroom, and he can't make it. He insists on peuking in a bowl or something. And that is fucking disgusting. I mean, it's not any less gross in the toilet, but at least you can flush it, and not have to look at it for too long. GROSS!

I had to sleep on the couch. Because I do not want to get sick, nor expose the baby to his germs. And it's bad enough that I had to sleep on the couch, because I never REALLY sleep on the couch. It is too uncomfortable to get good sleep. The baby decided he needed to wake up every 2 hours. He seems to think it is time to play at 5a.m. these days.

So what started off to be a holiday, did not seem like such a vacation.

Dead deer

I pump in my managers office at night, because he is gone.....very strange. He is an avid hunter and I sit in there and look at his photo's of himslef and dead deer while pumping. It's something else.

Tomorrow will be the boy's first thanksgiving. Probably not too exciting for him. Maybe my milk will taste like yams. That will be exciting for him.

Happy Turkey Day Yall.

Eat a fat one!

Mr. Perfect and son

My poor baby had to have shots today. Mr. Perfect brought him to the doctor this morning. I didn't get out of work until 1 a.m. But I am glad I didn't go, I would not have been able to handle it. He has gained 5lbs and 2.5 inches in 2 months. I think he is going to be a big boy.

I had a hard time on my way to work yesterday. I had to fight crying cause I was going to miss my boy. When I got there I had forgotten the job I have done for 5 years. I was kind of moving in slow motion. But it got better as the day went on. Pumping at work is a little uncomfortable, but I did it.

And this was the first time that Mr. Perfect had been with the boy longer than 2 hours. I was a little nervous, I don't know why. But when I got home, I found the both passed out on the bed, propped up on pillows. Burp rags and diapers all over the room. A bottle next to the bed, and the boy had on mismatched clothes. But he was alive and well. I think they are going to have to find their own groove together. But he did better than I had expected. And today, I caught him trying to take him away from me....I think he thinks he is in charge now. But that is okay, I need a little break from time to time, it's just that when you have been the only one with him for 2 months, you think you are the only one that knows what is going on. And come to find out, Mr. Perfect is a better daddy than I thought. I don't know why I ever doubted him.

And to top it off.......HE DID SOME LAUNDRY TOO!
He must be sick.

Pumping

I don't know if anyone saw this episode of Oprah....but I tell you what, it has saved my life. I mean I guess cause I am a new mommy that it has taken me a while to know what exactly my baby needs when he cries. But, this episode has changed my life.....I finally know what he is saying to me. It gets really frustrating sometimes. I thought it was going to be complete bullshit, but it has really worked.

Other than that......Sex is really good for me again.....yeah....just thought I would throw that in there.

I have to go back to work on Monday...boooo
I have to find a good pumping location in a plant of all MEN. It is going to be a challenge. Let alone having to say to my boss...."um yeah I have to go pump". This will be neat.

I have lost 35 pounds....of the 50 I gained. I was 10 pounds heavier than normal when I got pregnant, seeing as it was Christmas and all.

I have a feeling I will be blogging a lot more when I go back to work....how funny is that......

My freaky family

Mr. Perfect insisted that Care Bears were wussies, and that we would come up with a better costume......This is what he came up with...

And my little ghost......so cute...