for dinner we made soba
Tues sophia was upset all day pretty much. she just didn’t feel good at all. crying and crying and throwing up. she finally went to sleep. i just put her in the bed with me. she wasn’t having it in her own bed nor was she at all unless she was being held. she was over tired for sure but didn’t feel well so couldn’t sleep i guess. :( i hope she stays asleep all night and this isn’t part of the 4 month sleep regression. she’s not 4 months yet but doesn’t mean anything. i really just think she’s doesn’t feel well.
so this whole ac battle is extremely stupid, weird and immature. the mom is just a weirdo. a weirdo who is only looking out for herself. what matters is her own comfort not my baby’s apparently. she wants to complain that sophia is never out there, well she’ll never be out there now. i won’t be bringing her out to the kitchen while we cook dinner anymore. i don’t think im asking much by asking this old hag to turn the ac down to at LEAST 77 degrees for my baby. i’d prefer 75 but i am trying to be understanding on her side and trying not to push it. but you can even put it to a sad 77 degrees in your house. you have to put it back to 78 every single time. so i am done. i am done with her and her immature old ass. so from now on, my baby is not going to be out there ever. she can complain all she wants about never seeing her. she is the only one to blame here for acting like a full on C U Next Tuesday about this. her insanity just reaches new heights. my bf told me she was saying she hates clutter when she talked about the fridge… umm you don’t like clutter? bitch you are a straight up hoarder. the house looks like an antique shop not a home. another reason why i don’t want my baby out there because the house is dusty and dirty. dim and dark and sad. depressing. i’m working on the kitchen. i’m buying pastel pink and mint green stuff to bully my way in. i’m putting what i want where i want. she just needs to stop touching my shit. my mom got me pastel bowls for cooking and i had them stacked and out o the counter cuz i am thinking about what i wanna do with them. i go in the kitchen next thing i know she moved them to the top of the fridge. so i moved them back. i have baby formula stacked in a pyramid by all the baby bottle stuff. i put it like that on purpose. she just puts them away in a cabinet. i take them back out. stop. touching my stuff ugh. she moved shit before for my baby and now we can’t find it. like this gift basket of baby soap and lotion i got from my baby shower. now we can’t find it cuz she placed it some where and forgot where it is. she needs to fuck off and stop moving stuff that isn’t hers. since we keeps pissing me off i’ll just move her stuff and put all my new kitchen stuff there. i bought a pink bread box, going to be buying a paper towel rack and a fruit bowl. moving that ugly ass brown thing she has taking up all the space. it’s time for me to make my way in this house because i live here now. tired of feeling like im just a guest now. so i’m bullying way. she’ll complain about it to my bf behind my back but oh well don’t care.
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