You know, "things happen," but after a while I'm inclined to just ... • No matter how long I "sleep," it's generally in blocks of less than two hours. Even on days like today, with nothing going on, no alarms going off. This is not a good condition. • I'm sick and tired of waking up to incompetence. More often than not if I don't get to sleep in on a day that I'm supposed to be able to, I wake up to, "Daddy, help!" which is my partner's allegedly-cute way of screaming that she is incapable of taking care of my daughter without immediate assistance. • So I'm up. So as soon as we get Emma Grace taken care of and happy, Tigger decides that she can't find her wallet. "Help me!" she wails. So ... what are we looking for? Oh, yes. Brown wallet that you refuse to carry in your purse, and that you never put down in any one place. You've rearranged the house twice since you last carried your wallet, and I'm supposed to find it sitting out on some surface somewhere that you don't know where it is? At any rate, the last thing she did before she left was go stir Emma Grace up, so I'm out of time. So perhaps a little note is called for, which I might direct to anyone who ever questions why I don't really care when or if I return to the workforce: This child, literally, will die without me. And my great faith about that is that she's too smart. But she's not smart enough to account for the distracted disaster that is her mother. Why am I so tired? Because you won't let me sleep. Why am I in such a bad mood? Because the only time you ever trust me with my daughter is when you don't want to deal with her; on those occasions you hand me a screaming baby and say, "Daddy knows best," but when I tell you to not do something because it will make my day, your day, and the baby's day absolutely suck ... oh, no ... then Mommy knows best. Why am I so furious at the idea of finding your goddamn wallet? Because you can't even tell me where to look; you know, if the short-term memory issue is that bad ....
Well, dear Tiassa, I know how you feel - with the only exception that we have 3 kids and not just one (4,2 years and 4 months). Just couple hours our middle girl spilled some tea (my wife has a habit of leaving cups with tea all around our place) directly into my laser printer (I do not know whether it will work yet)… searching for things - yes, that's my job too - and I am really good in it! My advice to you - hold on! It's pretty normal. Kids=chaos. But they are worth it, aren't they? And do not blame your wife - being fresh mother is more tough job then you maybe think.
Shit happens. I went through this phase after our first, second and third daughter was born. It does get better, eventually, I've been told. Give or take a few years. I'm still waiting for it to get better, rather then bitter.
Mis dies sentavos!!! Translation; My ten cents; Tiassa, at least you've got kids & wife. Imagine this, after my mom dies, (hopefully not for a long time) I've no one, no wife, no kids, not even a girlfriend. Anymore. The solitude was felt during my Vacation which was this week. Mom at work, me on the computer or sleeping away.. Not very entertaining, very boring, solitude is something I enjoy, though I can't constantly handle it. I loose my own wallet, no one can help me find it!, I loose my own head, no one knows were it has been for a while. LOL. Godless BTW, Happy Thanksgiving!!.
I feel ya on the sleep, Tiassa. I never sleep more then a few hours a day. It's just hard to get comfortable and get rid of all distractions. Plus I have things to do and things to worry about.
I don't know you at all, but consider this, But imagine this.... imagine you had this woman who loved you and a very young daughter. Imagine there were things that annoyed you naturally from time to time... like right now for example. Now imagine something awful that happened to them. Their flames are estinguished. They're gone from your life, forever. Now imagine having Thanksgiving alone up in your silent flat, with your ordered dinner and only your work to to keep you company. Alone. I don't think people comprehend what they have, until they've lost it. Not that I'm lecturing you... you have my sympathy that you're having frustrations. ~Fatal
I kind of miss being alone. When you're alone, your time is yours and yours alone. You have more time to think, more time to do things for yourself. And when you're fed up of being "Alone" -- you go out and talk to some people. But I wouldn't trade my daughter .... and, alright even my nagging wife, for ANYTHING.
dsdsds No! loneliness is not fun, you have more time with your self, true, you can basically do anything you feel like, true, however when something cool, or good happens to you, you don't have anyone to share it with. That is sad, plus loneliness can be boring.
