Tarale @Tarale@computerfairi.es

Bolognese.

I need to figure out how to not have psychological and social needs.

MY ELECTRICITY BILL IS HOW FUCKING MUCH?!

In other news, the baby almost went from his tummy to sitting all by himself, for the first time. Never seen him do that before. It was very clumsy and he got stuck but he was very close.

It always comes out of nowhere, too

"Are you guys thinking about schools yet?"

"I don't like public schools now with the way they're headed."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, the bathroom stuff, where, like, a little boy can decide he's a little girl, and stuff."

fucking what

I'm pushing back a bit, but mostly I'm just kinda freezing, because I don't know how to respond, it's like my brain goes blank.

At the moment I'm being such a wuss about it because playgroup is also the only place I get to go out and talk to adults and god I'm so fucking alone being a stay at home mum is so isolating, but fuck why does he gotta do that shit and why can't I just

can we just talk about how his kid is climbing into the toy cupboard instead?

There's got to be a fairly civilised way of telling someone you absolutely do not agree with their views, but where you also get to keep taking your baby to playgroup so he can learn and play.

I need to figure out how to confront transphobic playgroup dad preferably without it being a whole thing where I also can't go to playgroup any more.

Dentist appointment over. The thing that for caught in my gums is gone, but the area is hurt and will take a while to heal.

Right now I would pay good money for a hotel where someone takes care of the baby and I get an uninterrupted sleep, complete with a little sleep in. I just want a solid 8–10 hours, and to wake feeling human.

I just want a decent night's sleep

Silly baby, just let mummy sleep

Butts.

It's like the universe has granted me a toothache just as the baby is teething, so I can empathise better.

Totally stole some of his teething gel last night to rub on my own gums.

Nearly time to call the dentist up the road and beg for an emergency appointment.

Trying to find a way to help the baby with nasty teething pain, and those damn amber necklaces keep coming up.

Assuming amber does release that acid, and that it helps, and that you actually get amber and not fake stuff, I'm really not sure it's the best idea to affix a choking hazard to the little guy.

*puts baby in cute outfit for grandma's visit*

*baby vomits apricots and yoghurt all down the front of outfit immediately*

Well, another day is at an end. Teething sucks. I'm told the first teeth can be worse than the rest, so hopefully it won't always be this bad. Then I'm told molars suck all over again.

Got a few steps completed on the whole legal/plumbing clusterfuck. They're going to review the footage from inside the drain and stuff. Still haven't contacted legal aid… baby hasn't been sleeping, so I haven't had a chance.

Yay, the cat doesn't have an abscess.

She has some kind of fatty lump? We're keeping an eye on it.

She's still super aggressive at the vet's office. :(

Feeling that depressive urge to just pull back from all attempts to reach out to anyone, again, combined with that depressive tendency to feel like I have nothing worth saying.

No wonder I don't have any friends.