it’s been a little bit rough with baby cuz she screams still. fussy and moody on and off and hard to get her to bed at night. not enjoying her bath seat now and. crying to get out of the tub quite quickly now. so we’re gonna bathe her in sink still in her old tub and let her play in the water in the bath seat in the bathroom. we’ll transition her slower. she lovessss purรฉed food. she loves green beans, pumpkin, apples, pears… she is so good at eating them. she doesn’t spit out the food or let it fall out she eats it as any person would. her appt is on the 6th of Aug so we’ll find out more about when to introduce solids and such. my tiny baby girl is not tiny anymore. she is growing up at almost 6 months old in 5 days ๐ญ
still got drama going on here but after finally having a good talk with bf about all of it i am hoping things will get better with his crazy mom. cuz i just can’t with the weirdness. it makes me uncomfortable being here and i don’t like feeling her spitefulness vibes cloud the house. my brother got the first job he applied for and starts the 5th. so happy for him cuz aside from him helping to move out he needs it. it’s important for him to have a life and get his life going. my dad comes down for my brothers bday aug 3rd and he and my mom are gonna go apartment hunting. after i told bf all this he got real scared of me moving out with them. he was begging me practically to stay here with him and baby girl. but i told him how uncomfortable i feel being around his mom (for the thousanth time) and that shit needs to change around here. i need more space. i’m not asKiNg To DeCoRaTtTe ๐ซจ๐ต๐ซ i’m just asking for more space for bottles and formula. not the barely any room his mom cleared out for me in the cabinet lmao like what. “i cleared some space for you to put some things in” it’s not even the whole cabinet it’s a tiny front square of it. i can’t make this shit up. she thinks that’s giving me space……… naw you just don’t wanna give up anything of yours so you make zero effort. anyway ugh i’ll get started on a tangent. so shit needs to change. we need to change the room. we can’t live like this with 30 guitars on every wall. we need to downsize that shit and make the room suitable for a real couple. not look like a teenage boy room with his girlfriends stuff she brought over. we’re old ass adults now. we gotta move on man. so he agreed. he’s willing to change and i told him the house needs to change as well. again not talking about the fucking antique shop going on in this house but like shits gotta go. things that sophia can reach when she’s mobile need to go in the trash or whatever. all this old hags trinkets and shit gottaaaa gooooo ✌๐ผ
i told him if things don’t change or if im still just uncomfortable im gonna have to leave. i told him i don’t wanna live here like this for another 5-10 years while this bitch is still kickin’. nope. can’t live like this. cuz a huge part of me still wants to move with my family now cuz they’d let me decorate and use whatever i want. i wouldn’t ever feel uncomfortable going to get shit from the kitchen. i’ll be over my moms house more than likely every day while my bf is at work tho. cuz i don’t wanna stay here with that woman. it’s hard every day hiding in this room with a growing baby. so we’re going to get another base for one of the 2 car seats we have so i can leave here. it’s gonna suck cuz my car is a 2 door but ill make it work to leave here during the day. sophia needs to get out anyways. my mom also bought me one of those easy and cheap strollers to just fold up easy. i just hope shit gets better cuz my depression is doing no favors to my baby. i don’t want my sadness rubbing off on her where she feels it. i want her to grow up healthy mentally and happy. i love her so much and ill do anything for her to live a good, happy & healthy life. even if that meant moving out. so i hope shit changes. i really do.
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