Full On Bitch Mode

My husband got home from work long after the kids and I were in bed. He found me sobbing. 8 months pregnant and I’m miserable. Im

Mean. I’m tired. My boobs hurt. My back hurts. My body sucks. I have fluids and sore stomach. My house looks like a bomb went off. And I’m sick to death of trying to have patience when I feel like screaming.

My kids were supposed to be at my moms all week of spring break. It got canceled for a couple of reasons. Camp grandma with her swing set, and her sand box and her big house and dog to play with. And her city with great parks and splash pad. And I was supposed to have the week to put together baby furniture and clean baby clothes. And clean my house and sleep in. Not having to worry about meals and schedules and diapers and picking them up and entertainment and playing outside in the already 90 degree heat.

Heck, I was hoping I could entice my husband into some form of sex. He got me knocked up and the sex stopped. It’s been MONTHS. Months, y’all. I’m 27 days from birth. So after birth it will be a while too.

I wanted to clean my house. Sort toys. Nobody pulling them out again of fighting me on the clean out.

Like I don’t even want to run around the park.

So my kids were up with God again. There’s no milk. I’ve had another long night. And my husband says he want to surprise them and take the to McDonald’s for breakfast, go to the store, and I even said a few minutes running at the park would be great for them. Just him and the kids. Really? Like a whole morning to sit and eat breakfast in peace. Maybe watch the show I’ve been trying to follow? Sounds amazing.

So I sat down on the couch after dressing the kids to leave. And the tv won’t work. I tried for the entire 20 minutes. I’m stupid. The streaming stuff on the Xbox is my husband’s ballgame. I tried to contact support. No they want me to climb behind the cabinet. Sorry. I just can’t. Hubby said he’d help later.

Not gonna waste any more of my time. I have a prenatal tomorrow. Cervix check and such. So I thought a long hot shower. Soothe my aching everything. I’ll listen to music. Shave me legs and relax.

I stepped into the shower. And wasn’t even wet when the bathroom door swung open with my children there. An hour. I didn’t even get an hour alone. Can I play Wii. Ummm sure. Mainly bc I just got in here.

So I began rushing. I can hear my toddler in my bedroom. Last time he was unsupervised, he got a bottle off my perfume shelf and dumped it on the carpet. There is plenty of things in our room he doesn’t need to mess with. So I’m covered in soap and shaving cream yelling for my husband. WHERE IS HE? Surely he didn’t just sent a 5 year old and one year old inside without coming in? Why is my toddler unsupervised? Like why didn’t you at least put him in his pack n play?

So I’m beating on the shower wall, screaming for anyone to hear me because I can hear my child. I hear my husband yelling back and I’m about cussing mad. Like why would you just let him loose? About that time my husband flushes the other bathroom or turns on the sink, and scalding water comes out. Our house is old. The pipes are temperamental. When it goes hot, it’s like boiling water. It will burn.

I rushed through the rest of a cold shower bc anymore hot would burned me to death. Out of the shower throwing on the clothes to hear my toddler begging me to come out.

I didn’t ask for an hour. He offered. And I didn’t even get it. Part of me felt guilty. He was trying. But seriously, you had the morning. You couldn’t have taken them a full hour? How did y’all get back so fast? Because he decided not to go to the store for the few things we desperately needed. A gallon of milk. And baby wipes.

So I feel like a full on bitch. I’m mean. I’m grumpy. How hard is it to take your own kids for an hour? We fixing to have a third, dude!! Like you have to work all weekend. I will keep them all day and do it all and do it all pregnant.

Maybe I’m the worst. But seriously even when you got home you couldn’t watch them long enough for me to finish my shower? Even with you there. Just walk in the house and let them run straight to me while I’m trying to shower?

I was already in full hormonal meltdown last night, please don’t offer help if you’re not gonna follow it all the way.

I cried in the shower bc I knew I’d be walking back into my kids losing their crap in the house and I didn’t even get a chance to breathe. My oldest has already coped a serious attitude with me and I full on let him have it. Talk to me

That way again and I swear I’ll throw this video game in the garbage.

Husband didn’t even bother to bring me breakfast after not going to the store to get what I needed for groceries.

Like I’m done. At least after birth the nursery will take the baby and maybe one of my friends will help with the kids for 5 minutes.

I feel full on bitch today. And I swear I just want to be done with this pregnancy.