Sammy sprouted his first two teeth - FINALLY. Last Thursday, April 17th.
Sam dropped me off at P/T. As I got out of the vehicle feeling forgotten about - because he didn't remmember my appt. Ok - he said he though it ws at 5:30 not 5:00. Not really sure I believe that... but anyway I told him to be back in about a half hour I guessed. It turned out ot be an hour and half later till I was done.
Sam was fit to be tied, but wouldn't say anything. So much for being open and willing to discuss our issues..right?
I finally had to yank it out of him and apologize a million times for being so late. I had no idea it was going to take an hour and half!! Last week it was only an hour, but that was orientation, so I figured it would take less time, not more.
Oh well - tonight I'll tell him not to bother coming for me till I call him. Its fine if i'm the one waiting, but he had the baby and ....ugh... anyway it left a bad taste in my mouth for the evening.
Sam told me right away that daycare said the baby couldn't come back till he was seen by a dr. He had discarge on his eye during his 3:00 nap. Well you would think they would have called us at 3:00 to tell us that - we could have gotten an appt that afternoon yet, but noooooo....they told Sam when he picked up Sammy at 5:10. Oh well
So Sam knew before he was picking me back up that he was going to have to be off work on Friday. I have barely any leave because I had to use it all for maternity leave... so its very slow building it back up!!
Then he waited till we were almost home to tell me he had two teeth poking through. Inside I was so happy and finally relieved the little guy was finally getting his teeth, but outside I was still feeling bad for making Sam wait so long....
Friday I had to work, but was able to leave .50 early. Whoopie....
The weekend was nice, but yesterday Sam and I found ourselves back to the staring off into space wondering how we keep getting back to this mode. It was my fault I suppose. I was up all morning with the baby and feeling frustrated having to do it all by myself while Sam slept once again. By the time Sam woke up at 11am - I was at the end of my last nerve. Baby was getting fussier and fussier and my patience was gone. Then I had to go back to bed because I had the beginning of a migraine.
After an hour I came back down stairs. Sam ran Rachel to a friends and went to he grocery store. I realzied about 3:30 we didn't hve anything out for dinner so I decided to go to the store. And I told him, but asked if there was anything else he needed. His reply sounded like. No, but I'm sure I'll just wait till you get back and go myself...
That upset me because it sound like his going to the store wasn't good enough for me AND me going was unacceptable. Ugh....Aggghhhh - wanted to scream!!!
So that's what prompted the silent stares off into space once again.....
I finally had to be the one to speak up. What's wrong? Blah blah blah. He said he DIDN'T say that, but said... No but I'm sure i'll proablby forget about something and end up at the store again myself and that it was supposed to be funny.
It wasn't.
Where did our passion go? Maybe I would have though that was funny two years ago, but ever since he started blaming me for everything that is wrong in the marriage - I feel he's constatnly jabbing at me with a fork. Where's the affection - he still isn't showing any. AFTER I told him he doesn't and how nice it would be if he did!!!
Is this relationship done?
3:43 p.m. - 2008-04-21
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