I change my towel out every Friday. Every day sounds unreal. That would be so much laundry! And towels are big - like four good, fluffy towels practically make up a load by themselves! Geez.
I change my towel out every Friday. Every day sounds unreal. That would be so much laundry! And towels are big - like four good, fluffy towels practically make up a load by themselves! Geez.
I change sheets every other week. I don't like how they feel greasy and scratchy after that point. I would do it once a week but maneuvering king-sized sheets all the time is a huge fucking chore. I would strongly recommend at least twice a month - besides, fresh sheets feel AMAZING and that alone is a big motivator…
I can't speak to the personal mechanical issues you two may have, but I felt the same way about oral and just finally stopped with it. It just doesn't do anything for me! I'm glad other people enjoy it, but no matter how eager and careful and skilled my partner is, it just feels wet and sloppy and it certainly doesn't…
Because a pet is a loved one to lots of people? I have a kid and I would still be extremely upset and in grieving if one of my cats died.
I'm going to make my own with glitter stickers and pink construction paper.
It kind of looks like some bizarre merging of vagina and asshole given its location.
Crabs are temporary; warts are forever.
I think you can suck on the candy shells for approximately a week before they actually start to crack. They're perfection.
Ahh, both very good points, thanks! My anesthesiologist was very light on the "juice", come to think of it. She was excellent and I was very aware and able to move (not that I moved much, but I could freely move my arms and such.).
Ha! I couldn't breastfeed for very long at all (like...a couple weeks, seriously, and then a bit of pumping for about 2 months), and it's all I can do to keep from seeing my 1-year-old's ribs, holy crap. I'm constantly plying him with healthy fats and eggs and meat. He's overall healthy as a horse, too. Zero ear…
I don't think OP meant better parents, I think OP meant more privileged parents where there's a higher likelihood of one parent staying at home and them generally having more money, which usually means better access to healthcare, healthy food choices, safe places in which to actively play, etc. Your second paragraph…
Aren't you precious. You're right - that is exactly why my milk just up and dried up. Because I want poor babies in developing nations to die. Try Iamasmugasshole.com for more information.
Congratulations on your pregnancy and good luck with everything! Planned c-sections (which I imagine it what you'd likely have with twins) are really not too bad at all. I'm looking forward to not having 12 hours of labor before my c-section next time. Recovery was way easier than I expected.
Whaaat. My son wasn't even remotely drugged up post c-section. A spinal or epidural doesn't really drug the baby up at all. Did you have IV pain meds as well or something? Though I know in general c-sections make it a bit harder especially in that first 24 hours just because holy shit it's not easy on your body.
Yes, of course she worked a full time job. What does that have to do with anything? My mom worked more than full time and raised six kids, including several who have varying levels of special needs, and I still managed to learn basic life skills like how to sweep, mop, scrub a toilet, do laundry, etc. That's part of…
He had like a weekend a month with his father, and his father had zero involvement beyond that and child support, and they're now estranged. If his father had any sort of actual influence on his upbringing then I would blame both of them.
Thank heavens for spouses who actually give a shit, eh? I'm a stay at home parent at the moment, but the second we get home my husband takes the baby until bedtime (which unfortunately is only about an hour, but that's his damn job, not him). We share cleaning and childcare responsibilities on the weekends and trade…
This sounds almost exactly like my husband and I when we first got together. Same story, really - I came from a family where cleanliness was extremely important (in fact we all held various cleaning jobs - yes, even the teenagers in high school - so we knew how to do just about everything). Meanwhile he came from a…
Well, yeah. But this, of all the incidents, puts me in a blinding rage as opposed to just the usual angry seething. Last straw and all that. Grumble.
I don't know why this makes me want to break some dishes right now, but it really does. Ugh, I'm SO FUCKING MAD. Fucking STOP, assholes!