Caring for a sick dad, baby and family business
Dad keeps confusing skin flab for fat flab, half teasing and half asking when I will start working out again. I told him I can't take a baby to the gym. Maybe if he could just watch her for an hour-"No! I've changed enough diapers. It's your turn." Well then it's gonna have to wait and stay as walks with bab around the block.
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"When is (XYandZ) work gonna get done?" When bab goes down for a nap. Or if you could watch her for just an hour.
"Nope! Just work while carrying/having the baby in the same room."
Ah...then it's just gonna have to wait till nana gets back to watch her....
"Just try."
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*Walk into office. Sit down. Baby instantly starts crying because I stopped moving. Get up and walk right back out.*
Would you look at that.
I mean. I could try to work while she cries dad. But then I'm more prone to making mistakes. And I know how much you hate errors!
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"What are you making?"
I'll cook soon as I'm done washing these bottles. Couldnt wash them because baby was having gas pains and they are piled up.
"I haven't eaten all day."
😐 *Looks at fridge FULL of food.*
Okay. I can make pork chops really quick.
"Noooooo I dont want that..."
*sigh* Tuna Sandwich?
"Nope. What do you want?"
..........salad to hold you over till you know what you want?
"I want crispy tacos. You can fry up the tortillas the way I like them of you get the oil JUUUUUST right!"
........................................you know that takes me a long time to get right. I'm not very good at it. Didnt you say you're stomach was bad today?
*Pouting* "But I want crispy tacoooos."
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"Are they done yet?"
No. Not yet.
"I'll have the salad in the mean time."
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"You said you'd make salad."
I OFFERED salad. You said you wanted tacos. So I'm making tacos.
"Can you make salad too?"
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*Finish salad. Finish tacos. Trying to go back to bottle and pumping equipment washing.*
"Ahhhh that was good. You know. If you had just made the grease a little hotter the shells would have been better."
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I did. They just ended up burning slightly and you didn't want those shells.
*Watching dad put plate right in my hand while my hands are still soapy and trying not to cross contaminate the clean and drying pumping parts with food crumbs while fumbling with plate.*
"Hey. Make sure the dishes get into the dish washer. People keep giving me dishes to wash. I'm not their dishwasher!"
*Looks over at the four dirty cups. Turn to see a dish washer already full.*
I need to finish this first.
"It's not hard to remember to do. It will only take a minute."
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"Oh. Did you send off that check? And can you remind me to check out this issue with this client tomorrow at this time?"
......What?
*Annoyed* "We've talked about this."
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Did we?.....With *blank*?
"You know which one."
.......jog my memory.
"Their name is on the bill for the work email."
*sigh* *Goes to office. Half hour later of searching.* I cant find it.
"Oh I got it printed out already. I forgot I deleted it. Night."
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.......*Looks at still dirty dishes. Looks at still dirty bottles. Walk toward dirty bottles. B4 bed pumping alarm goes off."
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"Fuck it. I'm going to bed."
*20min later. Lay down. Sigh. Baby wakes up and starts crying.*
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"These dishes are still sitting out!"
Dad. I only slept 4 hours. I've only slept 4 hours for the last week. I'll do it after I lay down for a bit. While the baby is napping.
"Welcome to the world."
😐 I'll do it in 20 min.
"Oh. This check has to be written out right now for this person. You didn't do it last night."
You deleted the email and kept the print of it. I didnt know it was an invoice.
"....oh. Well it has to be done now."
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*Finally lay down. Baby wakes up and starts having gas pains. Start tearing up.*
"What's wrong? You know she's not always gonna be like this. It will get better. See? She smiled. Look. She sticks out her tongue. I taught her that. That means she gets me. At least someone gets me."
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