Jade’s Mom’s days…

Well well … Here we are … 2007 … another year went by … Time flies so quickly … bla bla bla …

Every year I always make a resolution, only to break it a few months/weeks/days later … Usually, it involves eating cake too much … Well I don’t want to bore you, so I won’t go into the detail … ^_^;

Anyway, this year, I have made a resolution to FINALLY live on our own, just the 3 of us. I don’t care if I have to cry, beg, grovel … whatever it takes … really … seriously …

It’s 2007,  I got married in 2002, that means I have been living in my parents-in-laws’ house for 5 years … We’ve been sharing 1(one) room for the past 4 years (with Jade) and it’s getting smaller by the minute. I’ve been bitching about it constantly, and I realize it’s quite a pain in the ass to my husband (sorry, dear)… But it’s really not fair for me, or my daughter. She deserves to have her own room. Yes people … she’s 4 and she sleeps with us … We lay a futton on top of a carpet and call it her bed … I usually make her daddy sleep on it so Jade can sleep with me on the bed. Nice, huh? …

I love my daughter, really … but I think I’m going crazy … Sometimes I get so angry for no apparent reason at all and the smallest little ditty she does really ticks me off … So I end up yelling at her or spank her for something stupid, like spilling her milk or messing up my room and laying 20 dolls all over the floor or running around stepping on my magazine and tears it … Then in the end she cries and I feel like crap for being such a horrible mother … I hug her and she tells me she’s sorry and I feel even shittier that I snapped earlier … The next day, we repeat the same thing … It’s a circle of hell …

Well … I figured that if she has her own space, and I have my own space, she wouldn’t get into each my nerves so much …She can play and be messy and do whatever she wants (with a little supervising) in her own play-room, and I can read my magazine or drink my coffee in peace. Then maybe I would enjoy the times we spend together more … Maybe we can be happier … Either that, or I need to see a shrink …

So, I have developed a strategy for acquiring a house …

I am keeping hostage of my husband’s next baby. Yes, I’ve resorted to withold pregnancy to get what I want. Either I get more space, or he doesn’t get another baby. I realize that it’s a terrible, horrible, and disgusting thing to do … But I’m desperate … and I hope it works.

-L

PS: I love you, Jeff! (HAHAHAHAHAHAH) ^_^

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