Who's Blue Socks are These???

Since having my Precious Baby Girl I have experienced postpartum depression and everything else that equates to me losing my mind.  I have felt fat and unattractive to my husband. So unattractive that I thought that my husband was cheating on me and bringing the other women’s socks to my house or either she had left her socks in my house one…either way extra socks that ain’t mine keeps popping up.

So let me tell you the story…

It all started one Sunday afternoon while I was folding laundry.  I came across a pair of small white socks and I put them with my husband’s stuff; only for him to say “those socks ain’t mine.”  So I said “they ain’t mine either.”  Then after about a 45 second pause he goes to say “oh they must be those socks that I bought that was too small.”  I just listened and didn’t respond, all the while thinking…does this man got some other woman’s socks in my house???

Ok, fast-forward two weeks, Again I was folding laundry and I noticed a pair of “blue” ASICS running socks in the laundry.  So I asked my husband where he had gotten his “blue” ASICS running socks from; because I wanted to buy me a pair.  And he told me that they were not his…again.  So now I am mad and cussing because if the socks ain’t his and they ain’t mine well then damned they belong to somebody.  I mean I was mad as hell.  I just knew he was cheating and I couldn’t catch him.

Ok, fast-forward five days. On Friday morning I was getting ready to go to Squadron PT (physical training) And I was looking for my white ASICS running socks and I could not find them anywhere.  And After PT it donned on me that my husband had washed my white ASICS running socks with the colored clothes and those “blue” ASICS running socks were mine all alone.

Even though I was relieved of the thought about him cheating I was still mad because now he done f~d'up my only pair of all white running socks.  

SHITTY Baby of Mine

My husband’s really good friend came in to town this weekend; his plane broke down here in England so we had the pleasure of entertaining him.  And my little Ziggy got so excited about meeting her Uncle Wayne; so excited that she gave me the nastiest shitty diaper ever know to mankind.  And when I say nasty I am talking about N.A.S.T.Y! 

 I mean it was difficult for me to believe that this little 2 month old baby had taken such a dump.  She was so nasty that baby wipes were not even an option.  I had to take down the shower hose and spray her down before I could even give her a bath.  And when I say the shower water was orange I mean it was O.R.A.N.G.E!   I was totally amazed! 

Nope… she wasn’t sick nor had diarrhea, she just had something serous going on up in that pamper.  It was so awful that I had to take a shower after I finished bathing her I had to throw her cute purple and white onesie.

And yes…she was laughing and giggling the whole time.

 I wrote in her baby book “Today Ziggy took her first shower at 2 months old”