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In an effort to launch something in a very short timeframe, after three months of coding in off hours for stints of a few minutes at a time, I used a framework to get *something* out. This is not code I would use for a client. Ever.
In fact, if you could see my face right now, you'd realize this is a little more than painful.
But, as sometimes has to happen with personal projects, the non-paying personal site takes a backseat to quality and gets dressed in handmedown code. Thanks to VMcore for the free ride here.
I am with you!! My husband works 12-14 hour days and then has to commute an ADDITIONAL 3 hours or so to get home. He leaves at 4am and we are lucky to see him before 7pm…Bring over that bottle of red wine and we can be each others “back-ups”!!
OMG, you are SO me, circa 10 years ago.
You know what’s funny. Now that my kids are older and easier. My husband leaves at least an hour later for work than he did back then and he comes home two hours earlier.
Coincidence? I think not.
They’re just lucky because they have a place to escape to and get a free excuse. We don’t.
Let him have it!
I totally understand! My husband usually gets home around 4:30 (he goes to work early so he has plenty of time to play with the kid before bed time) but when he gets home later than that, I start to get jittery.
And I tell him regularly that I’m really glad he comes home everyday!
And while work can go on long after you do, the family can not.
I get the feeling you were writing this post in your head at about 5:15pm! I know exactly what you mean; I have older kids (well, 2 of them) so I’m out of the heat of things for the most part, but still, I’m with ya.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
I start clock watching about 4:45. Call, dammit! Say you’re on your way home. I can’t take much more. His ass is MINE if he calls at 6:00 saying he’s on his way home. I’m pissed.
Loved this post.
Loving your site! Yes—the toilet and baby bjorn go hand in hand.
And I went back and read all your Baby O posts after having a 36-weeker in the NICU on a ventilator, too.
Here’s my baby’s Tales from the NICU
I’ll be back!
This has been a bone of contention for me too. Five, I would WEEP for five. I’ll settle for six, since five is when he gets off. If I’m lucky, it’s 6:30. If I’m not, it’s later. We tried for a while him going in an hour earlier at 7 and leaving at 4 and it was marvelous for a while. But it didn’t last and he’s back to leaving at 8 (or a touch later some mornings) and back sometime after 6. Drives me NUTS.
Oh yeah mate, know that feeling only too well! And you only have two children to contend with!
Moms need a break, absolutely. Stay-at-home Dads do, too. One of my favorites to this day is “Call out for pizza, there’s no way Mom’s cooking tonight.”
I’m just the opposite. Of course, I’m home watching porn until Hailey comes home from daycare at 4:00. It’s the small advantage to being bedridden from mono.
I just stumbled upon your blog and loved it.
Just wanted to say hi. I’ll be visiting again.
Right there with you sister and I only have one kid, a 4 month old. Hubby doesn’t get home until anytime between 5:30 and 7 which varies so wildly you’d think a decent person would call to at least discuss dinner plans. Unfortunately the phone is the last thing on their minds…
Love your site update, btw. Very cool!
I think it must be a guy thing. Sometimes it bugs me; other times I can let it slide, especially if he’s been communicative enough during the week to let me know a day is going to be particularly bad.
What I canNOT deal with is him coming home and sacking out on the couch, or checking his FREAKING EMAIL, or watching Daddy TV, or insisting that he’s SO TIRED, or in some other way refusing to participate in parenting until some randomly decided time when he can miraculously get his shit together and help me out.
Not that that ever happens at our house, NOOOOO.
I read this today and the whole time Im thinking, OMG Im not the only one. What is up with the work world? My blog entry for today dealt with work as well, okay kind of. Damn that super important place that pays our bills, clothes our bodies and steals our husbands for much to long.
I will say this though - thank your lucky stars he doesn’t have to go out of town for days at a time. Leaving you with the spawn. By yourself. With no other helpful care givers in sight. That was pretty much my first year with the kiddos outnumbering me. I don’t recommend it.
Ben did this to me the other day. He ran out to the grocery store that’s 3 blocks away to get us ice cream (in my brand-new car, without telling me), and was gone an hour. On my night off. With a child and puppy both nipping at my ankles.
And he left his phone on our countertop.
Turns out he ran into an old friend and was having a grand time chattin’ him up, but still.
Wanted to kill him. Almost did.
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