Hubby's mad at me and I'm hormonal.

Bread is mad at me because I didn't tell him his haircut was bad (he decided to trim the back himself and now he looks like forrest gump)...until he asked me.
Apparently, a co-worker commented on it and said, "didn't your wife notice?" Honestly, I noticed it Monday evening, and he asked me about it Tuesday morning. After noticing it, I thought:
1. How do I tell him in a nice way he gave himself a Forrest Gump haircut?
2. WTF is he thinking trying to cut the BACK of his hair
2a. with his beard trimmer
2b. without asking for any help
3. Does he KNOW it looks bad?
4. Should I just ignore it and figure this way he'll learn not to do it again?
and finally...
5. How long has it been this way before I finally noticed??


As you can see, after thinking all this, I decided to wait until I could think of a nice way to tell him (preferably on the way to the barber shop) and unfortunately...it came back and smacked me in the face.
So now he's calling me a liar.
Let me share my husband's definition of a liar: Anyone who says anything that isn't completely true.
On the surface, you can say, well, isn't that the proper definition?
No.
Then all fiction writers are actually liars. If you get mixed up or make a mistake you are a liar. If you are trying to protect someone's feelings with an appropriate social lie ("no, you do NOT look fat in that...") then you are a liar.
A lie, to me, and I don't think I'm the only one, is a statement presented as fact that is intended to hurt or mislead someone, to deceive them.
Or it can also be leaving out pertinent information intending to hurt or mislead someone.
The word that sums it all up for me is, INTENT. I was not intending to hurt him or trick him or mislead him. I was trying to figure out a diplomatic way to tell him he looked like shit.
But anyway, the coworker's remark that I should have told him, that hurt him. A lot. It was like a criticism of our marriage.
Geez. I'm pregnant, taking care of a four-year-old, working full-time, trying to stave off the depression I've dealt with my whole life, and he's upset I didn't tell him he looked stupid. I'm scheduling my life around when I can take naps. I lost my jury duty summons. I got a ticket for $687 in July that I still haven't paid. I am three payments behind on my student loan. I have three loads of laundry piled on the couch plus one in the dryer and one in the washer, and I don't know when they'll get taken care of (also one basket of towels I asked my husband to fold last Friday which he STILL HASN'T) and I'm sorry, but I don't have TIME or EVEN CARE that your hair looks stupid!!!!

Nesting, already.

Let's see. I keep wanting to have everything ready, bag packed, and then I remember this baby isn't coming until March. And I don't want it out before then, I would like my baby fully baked, thank you very much.
But I need to make a list somewhere so I can refer to it. So here.
We have
a car seat (combination),
edited to add: a newborn car seat support
a crib,
crib mattress,
crib sheets,
bouncy seat,
high chair,
stroller,
baby toys,
cloth diapers,
edited to add: 10 small diaper covers
baby bath towels,
baby shampoo,
a sling.
We have
one 4 oz. Playtex bottle,
edited to add: one 8oz. Playtex bottle (thanks to a "gift bag" from Motherhood Maternity) and one Playtex bottle on the way from the Playtex company--check their website
and a package (unopened!) of stage one silicone nipples.
I have my boobs.
We have a breast pump (manual) only missing the valve thingie and the pumper--maybe $5 to replace new.
We have the converter that allows me to pump directly into the Playtex bottles.

So far the baby will have a place to sleep and something to eat, and a way to get home from the hospital.


We need clothes, though, and diapers. And I'd like a swing, one of the travel ones (less than $15 at local baby resale shop!) and some more bottles, so I can hand off a few feedings. I am like a cow, I make so much milk I really don't have to worry about my production. I can hand pump eight ounces in 20 minutes.
(And yet I still worry I'm not doing something right.)
I can't donate the extra milk, though, because no one else wants my Prozac-laced milk.
As for diapers, I want to do cloth. It would be so much easier if I knew how to sew. I have a machine. I've sewed things before (a skirt and many scrunchies) but somehow, I get lost and confused.
Take a class, everyone tells me. Um, hello, they cost about $150. I'm just trying to find someone who can teach me. I need to hang around the fabric store and make some friends who sew.
But cloth diapers, it's not all folding and pins and plastic pants anymore. It's liners and pockets and all-in-ones. It's velcro and snaps and PUL. And the folding and pins and plastic pants aren't all that difficult, trust me. I did it part-time for Muffin, from about 9 months to 17 months--at which time I went back to work and he went to daycare.
So I don't see it as extra work, I think it takes just as much time either way. But I'd like to do the "greener" thing. I need to work off some karma for using disposable bottle liners...

And don't let me forget to take baby nail clippers with me when I go to have this baby!!

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