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So I got up and I did a load of laundry and took a shower and brushed my teeth and vacuumed, because when you’re depressed, you just need to get up and do something- small tasks small victories, right?
And every single thing reinforced why I’m depressed. I don’t like this house and I do t like the dog, btw.
The dryer is dumb. The lint trap is such that if you pull the clothes out first you get lint all over them so you have to empty the trap first, but it’s still functional so buying a new one would be stupid. Also, someone loads the washer so full I question if things are even getting clean.
The shower, and actually entire bathroom is dumb. You cannot find a decent temperature. It’s either too cold or melts your skin off with just with the tiniest movement. The circulation is horrible, the condensation collects on the ceiling and our ceiling is mildewing. The fan is vented out the roof so all of the leaves and acorns and what have you block it and has to be cleaned out. And in winter we have snow…
There was a clumped up rag just sitting in the corner getting all nasty. I don’t use rags. I hate rags. I kill the environment and use disposable cleansing towels for my face. I use Clorox wipes to wipe everything else. I would use disposable towels if I could, I hate the wet towel nasty can never get it clean smelling ever again smell.
And then the vanity is filthy with someone’s facial hair, and does he ever thoroughly wipe it down? No.
The apartment was nice because it only had carpet in the bedrooms. The idiot who put carpet in a dining room needs to be shot. Cleaning up the dog pee, the cat puke, the babies throwing food on the floor-so much more difficult on carpet. At least the dog is potty trained now and after deworming the cat the throw up seems to be better, but now the carpet has to be cleaned because of all the stains and will probably have to be replaced when we sell the house. I used to use roomba in the apartment but baby is obsessed with buttons…
The nice thing about the house is that it’s in town and my daughter doesn’t need to be driven every time there is a function or she wants to go hang out with a friend.
And now the baby is awake and he hasn’t even been asleep for and hour and a half. And his sheets are wet again, and I just changed them this morning.
Why? Why did I agree to have a baby when my daughter is old essentially enough to take care of herself and now I have to do it all over again.
We were good, me, and my daughter, the apartment, the guy I was having sex with on the weekends she was gone.
My husband and I have probably had sex a handful of times in the year and eight…I think…months babies been alive. Obviously there was my recovery time and he also had surgery but mostly it’s our schedules. His parents were going to babysit and then they decided he was too much of a handful and my husband went to third shift. Now he is tired all the time so when we do have the opportunity he usually falls asleep and we are essentially just single parents at different times because he doesn’t want baby in daycare.
Yeah I know shut up. I’m focusing on the bad things when everything I just talked about has good things also.
Also the cats get locked in rooms all the time because all doors need to be closed otherwise baby ends up getting in trouble.
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