pinktink001

I like to think I’m a good wife. A pretty good wife anyway.

I’m a SAHM, but I clean the house, do the laundry, make sure my husband always has clean clothes, and food to eat when he comes home. I care for our son.

But I also nag. And I’m aware that I do it, but I’m one of those people that bottles every negative feeling up inside until I can’t hold anymore and then I explode. Sometimes it’s crying and sometimes it’s yelling, depending on if the last negative feeling was sadness/hurt or anger. And I take it out on my husband.

I don’t mean to, but he is usually the one giving me all of the negative feelings. Like ‘joking’ about leaving, or ‘joking’ about how horrible dinner tastes, or ‘joking’ about how he wanted to wear the LIGHT blue shirt to work, not the DARK blue. And calling me names, ‘jokingly’ of course.

I’m trying to be better. I try to realize he’s kidding and not take things to heart. I’m trying.

I love tigers. White tigers are my favorite. I’ve always wanted a pet tiger. My husband takes me to the zoo at least once a year just so I can see the white tigers, and we always come back to them 2 or 3 times before we leave. If I could pet a tiger, one of my dreams in life would be accomplished, silly as that may seem.

Anyone know a way of doing this that wouldn’t require medical attention afterwards? :)

My son is my life. All I can ever remember wanting out of life was to be a mommy. Well now I am and it is WONDERFUL! But I can’t help noticing how big he is growing already. 12 weeks old tomorrow! I want to cry. He was 7lbs1oz, 21.5” at birth and at his 2 month check-up he was 12lbs3oz and 23.5”. He’s surely double his birth weight by now. I can’t believe how big my baby is getting.

I need to start capturing every moment I can with him. Even if I never make these photos into a scrapbook like I want to, at least I’ll have them to look at. I’m also sure my future daughter-in-law would love to see them as well.