Queen of Rambles

As most of you who know me might guess, I am going in-freaking-sane over here. I love my family. I really do. I just want to mute them once in a while.

I need alone time. I crave alone time. There is no alone time here.

I need quiet. I crave quiet. There is no quiet here.

The TV is ALWAYS on, ALWAYS loud. These people don’t understand that life can happen with a darkened tv screen.

The babies, they do cry. My 19 month old nephew is teething and sick and in love with the word no. If you don’t give him his way immediately he howls and throws himself on the floor.

My seven month old niece is in love with her mama and no one else. If my sister isn’t holding her or in sight of her she screams.

The dogs bark and lick my baby’s head.

My dad. . . what can I say about my dad? He bellows. He demands. He makes me want to stab him 385475 with a sharpened kitchen utensil. I know he has bizarre personality problems and he doesn’t understand love in the traditional sense. I know he plays dumbass games and takes delight in getting my goat. I know I shouldn’t respond to his non-sense (which is even worse since he stopped drinking since he has a lot more brain power to devote to being annoying). Does that stop me from grabbing his plate away from him and hurling his sandwich at the dogs? No. I can only take so much picking before I explode.

My poor Granny is sick as well, so we haven’t been over there much. That’s a relief. We didn’t tell her about Erik’s impending MRI since it would just freak her out, but I am already tired of hearing her advice. I know she means well, but a pudding cup is not the answer to a 4 month old’s problems.

Lest you think I am sitting around having a horrible time, I’m not. Really, I’m enjoying spending a lot of time outside with my nephew. I love showing off my baby and watching him laugh and laugh and laugh at his grandma and grandpa. I am glad he is able to see his family and feel the love of this household. I just really really really need a couple of hours to myself.

I think I’m going to pump a couple of bottle this weekend and leave Erik with my mom while I go to the Y and workout.

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