Posts by Jonathan Patel42

George Davis6 said:Like, should he just mop them himself?

Haha, honestly, I find myself saying that all the time... It really gets under my skin how some people even consider the idea of putting things
directly on the floor, whether it's clean or dirty or whatever else...

... Honestly, my due date is creeping up on me, and I am feeling absolutely frantic—I mean, can you blame me? I’m just a nervous wreck at this point. So, get this: yesterday, while I was in the shower, our little girl kept telling her dad how much the little tags on her underwear were bothering her. And because he’s such a "helpful"
dad and husband, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He went ahead and snipped every single tag off every pair of panties in her drawer with a pair of scissors. How did I find out? Well, it was sweltering hot, and she accidentally spilled something on herself, so he grabbed her a different pair to change into—only to realize they had these massive holes right in the back! When I asked him what on earth happened, he just looked at me with total composure and said, "Well, maybe it's because I cut all the tags out since they were bothering her?" I was stunned. Seriously, what was he thinking? He completely ruined ten pairs of clothes

...And then there’s this other ridiculous thing that happened just this morning. Yesterday was one of those days where everything was chaotic; we had a house full of people over, and I was just too exhausted to even think about mopping the floors. There was stuff everywhere—Play-Doh, spilled snacks, muddy footprints from everyone walking through... and then my "brilliant" husband decides he needs to tinker with the baby's crib. All those things I had carefully prepared, ironed, and organized so perfectly? He just dumped them all right onto the floor and scattered them everywhere... as if he couldn't have just placed them on the dresser or the table literally fifty centimeters away
I truly believe certain ideas only cross a man's mind........................... and I honestly don't even know what to say to him

So, ladies, I was wondering if anyone else deals with this little quirk of mine. I actually still have these pair of jeans sitting in my closet that are right at the limit of fitting, but they aren't even maternity jeans—they’re just regular ones. And honestly, I can still pull them on without feeling any squeeze at all. Now, you might be thinking, "Wow, she’s so lucky to have kept her figure," but that isn't really the story here. It turns out my mother bought them for me, maybe two or three sizes up from what I usually wear, back from a time before I was pregnant. She does this quite often, actually; she buys me so many things that are significantly larger than what she wears herself. I mean, hello? It makes me look like I’m drowning in fabric, but in her mind, she thinks it’s perfectly fine.........

The other day, a woman approached me to ask when my due date was and if I was still working. I told her that I had actually stopped working—since she knows how much my job demands of me—and then she hit me with this comment. She looked to be about 45 or 46, and she said, "You know, back in our day, we worked right up until the very moment we went into labor!"
I honestly can't help but think about how incredibly difficult things must have been back then.................
And strangely enough, I haven't heard a single mindless or insensitive comment from a man yet; it seems to be almost exclusively the women who say these things...

If there is one person on this planet capable of getting under my skin, it’s definitely my mother (I should mention I’m currently in my ninth month of pregnancy, having gained about 24 pounds, though honestly, I feel pretty good about how I look right now)

So, I am deep into this pregnancy—only about two and a half weeks left until my due date—and she comes up to me with this incredibly "important" observation, which, if I’m being honest, isn't even the first time she’s dropped these little nuggets of nonsense on me. She just looks at me and says, "You really ought to go out and buy more clothes, just so you actually have something to wear once you get fat!"

Then there was this other instance recently; she had bought some peanuts, and I decided to grab just a small handful to snack on because, truthfully, I hadn't craved peanuts in ages and they just sounded so good in that moment. And wouldn't you know it? Right as I'm eating, she chimes in with, "Well, don't eat those, they'll make you gain weight!" (As if I hadn't already done the math on that one myself)