Whine.

[rivka]

It has been an absolute pigfucker of a week at work.

I am tired of not being respected.

I have a headache. My back hurts.

I am tired of nursing. And pumping. I am so tired of pumping I can't even begin to tell you. And I'm having trouble keeping up with it, too. And now that Colin is eating cereal I have to pump extra milk for the cereal on top of the milk he takes in his bottles.

It was 90 degrees and 75% humidity today. My glasses kept fogging up every time I went outside.

I am tired of Colin pulling my hair and gnawing on my chin and taking off my glasses. I am tired of being slimed with drool.

I am tired of Alex's incredibly loud and shrill voice, and her insistence on sitting in my lap when it's 90 degrees out.

I am tired of having it be so hot that I can't sit at my computer at home because it's too hot for the boy, especially if he's swaddled for a nap. I am bored with my living room. I am bored with hanging out on the floor supervising Colin's play and rescuing him every time he gets into a position he doesn't like.

I don't have anything to read.

Comments

[torontoteacher.livejournal.com]

You don't know me, I came here through someone else, but I think that your daughter and my son in a cage match might be satisfying for both of us to watch.

I am so tired of the *demanding* nature of my kids. I just for a couple of days want a couple of those quiet lumpy children. The ones that just sit there and stare. Not forever. Just until the heat breaks.

Hang in there, says one MomZilla to another.