HellaHotMama

Yeah, we'll go with procrastination.

I'm supposed to be doing laundry right now, but the basket remains in the hallway. I should also be cleaning the bedrooms, and vacuuming, but again, the vacuum sits motionless, as do I.

Yesterday was one hell of a day. I got up at 8am, having about 4 hours of sleep total since the night before. Why did I have to get up at 8am? Because my father in law was in the hospital having a heart catheterization done to see if they could find any blockages. And did they ever find blockages. About an hour after I got there with Liz in tow (I met the mother in law and the husband there) we found out he'd have to have either stints put in his heart, or a bypass surgery. He was okay, but for the time being only. They admitted him into a room to keep him overnight, so up we went to visit for a few hours. Fun thing was, it was on the old maternity floor, where I was exactly 2 years and 5 months prior giving birth to my little girl <3

Liz gets antsy so Jim and I decide to leave. We actually have a nice afternoon! We eat lunch, and play outside with Liz for a few hours. He even decided to be nice and brave going into our storage shed to get out the jumperoo so ilovethehighway's daughter can play in it. The storage shed is home to a big bunch of wasps right now, which I'm deathly afraid of. I got it all cleaned up and ready for the cutie pie to play. Lizzy wanted to try it out. It was a bit small for her, haha.

We came back inside, and I'm on my laptop as usual. Jim mentions he needs it right that second to take it to his friend's house. I rolled my eyes at him, being the sarcastic stubborn bitch that I am. He starts yelling at me, screaming at me that I don't care about anything and I'm an ungrateful bitch. He asked why. I said "Because I hate you". He threw one of Liz's wooden blocks at me and it hit me in the chest (no bruise though, DAMN!) and he slammed the door behind him.

Fast forward about 10 minutes and his mom calls me. They wanted us to come back up to the hospital to bring a few things up for father in law. She wanted to talk to Jim, so I had to go back and give him my precious phone. (This is the man who likes to throw cellphones when he's mad... and break them). After they hung up he started in on me again. Shouting resumed, and I practically lost my voice. I told him I cheated on him. Course he thought I said it out of anger. Whatever. An hour of fighting later the fucker forces me into things that should come naturally and I resent him so much for that. I hate sleeping with him as it is, please don't force me into it against my will.

So after that fun filled evening I made dinner and then we went back up to the hospital. We got there when the surgeon was talking to father in law, so we sat down and listened. Basically his best bet would be to choose the surgery (the bypass) because that's the best for long term (meaning he wouldn't have to go back to get re-stinted in the future) So he's deciding on the surgery. Anyway, the surgeon can't get him in until next week. The one doctor wants to keep him in the hospital, saying he CAN NOT leave until after the surgery and recovery. The surgeon thinks he can go home. So right now they're battling over him comming home. If he can't come home, he'll be in the hospital over 2 weeks. If he can come home, he'll only be in the hospital for recovery time of one week. I feel pretty bad for him, and I'm scared. Guess I do have some compassion for ignorant assholes after all.

Just as I was going to bed last night, one of my besties IMed me. The nice person I am talked to her for about 40 minutes before I finally said screw it and went to bed. The damn dog started barking, and wouldn't shut up, but somehow I managed to have about a half hour of sleep before my phone rings. I never sign off AIM mobile and the loving man that he is, decided to see if I was still awake. Well I was on and off sleeping, so I said screw it and got up and talked to him for 2 hours. He's lucky he's so worth it <3 One month and 2 weeks before I get to enjoy another weekend with him!

This morning I figure I can sleep late. Nah, Lizzy is up at 8:30, using the baby monitor base as a microphone and singing into it. I have no idea what she was singing about, but sure. All I know is it woke my ass up. She actually listened to me though when I asked her to pick up her toys in the living room. Score one for mom!

Alright, this got long enough. I need to get off my ass and get stuff cleaned for Jenn's arrival tomorrow! HOORAY!!!