same (meme of 2020)
same (meme of 2020)
It ain’t pretty 😅
So my boss sent me to go get some food because I was calling people who pissed me off “dirty bastards.” He even gave me money!!
Now I’m at my desk with chicken tender basket from Dairy Queen and a Butterfinger Blizzard, happy and content.
My kids get irrationally hangry. It’s not worth it getting to the stage where hanger raises it’s ugly head. Meltdown central. However, sometimes they get hangry when they have had their 3 pm snack and decide that dinner should be served 15 minutes earlier that day. Kids just eat so much. They would snack all day if they could. Our shopping bill has increased since being in lockdown. The amount of fruit and “snacks” like rice cakes, etc they consume, is phenomenal. I would say where do they put it, but they do not stop. They are actual maniacs. It is true what they tell you, boys are completely different to girls (in general). My boys wrestle each other, climb the furniture, jump off tables. My youngest actually launched himself out of the cot a couple of weeks ago and has a black eye. He then climbed the sofa the following day and fell off the arm onto a toy and popped his nose. It’s never ending.
Whilst I wrote about my youngest getting his black eye, the mummy guilt was less, but it’s still there. He did this because I left him to cry. Not for that long mind, but he really does not like being left on his own. I felt like s*** for leaving him when I knew he had done this before. I got desperate, but I felt so bad as a mother, as he could have seriously injured himself, or worse. My tenacious little (ahem, big) warrior. He used to make himself vomit by putting his fingers down his throat. He used to “self-soothe” at around the 6/7 months mark, but he went backwards approaching one and now we have a full on tenacious toddler tyrant. I have to sit on the chair next to his cot and sometimes I hold his hand or stroke his back if he is being difficult.
Then the tyrant entered leap 10 (The Wonder Weeks) on Friday and he has been surgically attached to me at times. Crying a lot more and having massive mood swings, like a teenager. Do I hear terrible twos? I suppose it will be here before we know it. His sleep was awful for four nights. He woke up before I went to bed and wouldn’t go back down unless he was lying in bed with me and I couldn’t seem to leave without him waking up?! So I eventually gave up as it wasn’t like I was going to get any downtime and I was tired anyway! Last night was better, but he still came in for a cuddle, but later. He then sleeps like a log. Well, I say log, he moves around the bed and often kicks me in the face. I am still getting more sleep than getting up constantly and sitting by his cot until he does (or doesn’t) go back to sleep. Once this mental leap is over, I will need to do some gentle training. It will be so crap and I expect I will end up letting him cry again until he makes himself sick or somersaults out of the cot. Sounds good.
The little one has gone back to nursery one full day and he was screaming his little head off when I did the drop off. Grabbing onto my top for dear life. Mummy guilt alert. Apparently he settled fine and I know he will be OK and I do need to get back to some normality. Whatever that is! I am just stuck in that limbo between stay-at-home mum/teacher and business owner. My industry has suffered, but there are some bits I still need to do. It is starting to pick up again, which is great, but the recluse inside me wants to be the stay-at-home mum. My mental health would not thank me. I am not a very patient person. I love my kids, but I would like some balance again. Trying to do work with even the youngest around was not efficient. My mental health has taken a nose-dive, as has many people’s during the pandemic. So the screaming and top grabbing is going to be worth it. I think.
As for hanger. My kids certainly do get hangry, but so do I. I am much better than them, but today I feel hangry. I am intermittent fasting today and I also did a HIIT session first thing. I am looking forward to lunch. My hubby started it a while back and when I was pregnant with my youngest I thought he was mad. He does it until 5 pm on some occasions. I.e. he doesn’t eat from dinner in the evening and I just don’t get how he does it. I aim for 16/8. So you eat in an 8 hour window only e.g. 12-8 pm. It works for me and I do not do it everyday. We both do it for the mental (and other) health benefits, but I also like the fat burning element. It means I can indulge at times without gaining weight and I lost the remainder of the baby weight too. It can be hard-going, particularly if you exercise in the morning. It’s a challenge.
My mood has been all over for the past week. I need to get a control over my consumption of alcohol and refined sugar. I want to be healthier and go back to the pre-lockdown days. I basically abstained so that I can consume what I want at the weekend. My hubby and I have pizza and chicken wings most Thursdays as a well-deserved treat for being so good Mon-Wed. We both did the intermittent fasting and didn’t have alcohol. I avoided refined sugar as much as I could. The problem during lockdown was, we continued this Thursday celebration trend, but haven’t necessarily abstained. We have infrequently, and I think this affects my mental health. I like to take control of my consumption. I am not one of those that feels better after a chocolate binge. I need balance. This is likely what I also need with the children and my work. I will appreciate both more, if I have a balance.
I just received this confirmation from DoorDash that my food was delivered only….. that is not my house. And my house number is 307??? Tell me how this went wrong because I really cannot understand.
Pennywise Mawshot attempt
Wanted an excuse to draw him salivating also so yeah
i thought i was hangry but no im normal angry and also full of rage
I finally understand the meaning of being hangry.
I have not eaten anything all day today and got home from work so agitated and angry over literal ideas in my mind. Not even reality, just intrusive ass thoughts that pass through my brain.
🤷♀️🤷♀️🤷♀️ like gee fine, you win, hell-brain.
I worked 6 days this week and 6/6 days I had to stay longer and now my colleague complains that he has to stay until the end ( which was his shift ), because I already worked 2h longer than I should, 9h straight without a break or food and refused to stay until the very end. Mind you, it’s a matter of 30more min for him 🙄
Me 💯 😅
Let’s play “is this a symptom Trademark or am I just Hangry, or both, because that TV is loud as fuck and I feel bad.”