hannah ananas

Our daughter crawled into my husband tonight after showering, and he did a kind of yelp and asked her why her hands were so cold, ‘just like your mother’. I told him to imagine that latching onto his nipple. He said that, ‘Yeah, well, you’re used to it,’ saying that, since I regularly have cold hands and feet, it wouldn’t bother me to have freezing cold hands and lips grab onto my breasts and nipples. As if… haha. One has almost nothing to do with the other, as my breasts are never cold like the hands and feet can get. But he seems to think so…

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I don’t understand it. When I have something to do, something to accomplish, I look to see what the end goal is, and then I backtrack to see what I need to do in order to achieve the goal or accomplish the task and what the timeframe for each step is.

And some people just don’t do that. And they consistently don’t accomplish the things on time or up to par. And it is baffling to me that they won’t approach it this way, a way they consistently works and that, even, is taught for how to achieve goals. I don’t get it.

Ugh!!!!!!!!!!).

Post-a-day 2026

When my husband finished building his hours, though I will be grateful and glad to see him again, and to be able to exercise again, I think I might be most excited about being able to go to bed at a reasonable time again and not have to deal with a crying baby every single night while getting ready for bed. I am beyond over it, and it crushes me how much I break down each night.

God, guide us lovingly, please. Keep my husband and baby safe and make us well. In your name, I pray.

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Sometimes, my daughter and I do sounds back and forth, trading copying each other. I occasionally try tricking her into saying words with those sounds. She usually smiles at me when I do so, and then acts like I didn’t just say something for her to repeat. Tonight, just for fun, I threw at her, “Can you say, ‘Carhartt’?” She looked right at me and grinned, borderline giggling. ‘That was a good one, huh?’ Cracked us both up that I would say such a word that she definitely cannot yet say. She hasn’t made half the sounds of it yet, let alone putting them together in that specific permutation. She totally got the joke, and we had a moment of great goofiness together.

Thank you, God, for the goofiness we share. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2026

The service went okay-ish today. The baby and I hung around and walked around the dealership, then we watched the work being done on my car for quite a while (which was quite cool, really) before finally leaving. I had anticipated returning straight home and sleeping another few hours, so that was an unexpected turn of events. But we made the most of it. And I didn’t have to find a way to get a ride back to the dealership.

But it was quite sad to overhear that a man had brought his truck back in because he’d jsut had service done there, but the truck is now making noises it never made before. Bad ones. And has exhaust leaking. The device representative was actually being a jerk and telling the guy that he had an old beater truck – it was old but not a beater – and that that was normal for them, so they would have to charge him even to look into the issue. The guy ended up leaving to take it to a private mechanic, and the service representative was saying to him that he was very curious to know what was wrong and wanted the guy to let him know.

I was saddened by the entire situation and exchange. It was terrible, and the guy was right that stuff like that happens and no one will take responsibility for it.

That all being said, I am tired beyond reason right now.

God, Brent me restful and fulfilling sleep tonight, please, and help us to have a great day tomorrow. Keep my husband and my baby and me safe, and make us well, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2026

Turns out that the free oil change will work at the nearby place. The downside is that they still won’t give me a ride back to the place after they drop me off somewhere within 15 miles… I don’t get it. If I’m only five miles away, a round trip is less than the original 15-mile limit. So, make a happy customer – aka a return customer – and be decent human beings.

But they won’t do that because they’re a car service place, and they operate in the world of making people’s lives harder and more stressful to the business’s advantage. Ugh.

I have strongly considered getting my baby to be very fussy and annoying right by all their desks so that they are finally willing to pay for a round-trip for me (for a service that I was told would take half the day, mind you).

Post-a-day 2026

I very much dislike car dealership service centers. Actually, most car service centers and mechanics are tough experiences. Why is it that people have so incredibly ruined an entire industry with corruption? How do we find car mechanics and service centers that won’t be idiots or screw us over? I’d like to figure that one out.

I have to take my car in for a recall. I got a voucher for a free oil change with the recall. But the place nearest me might not honor the voucher. So, I’ll have to reschedule with the farther-away place if that is the case. Hopefully, it won’t be. But I imagine that, whichever place does the service, they will try very hard not to let me leave without paying lots of money for minor service that my husband normally does but hasn’t yet been able to do because of his work and his hours-building.

Ugh.

Post-a-day 2026

I keep thinking it will be easier to get ready for bed when my husband is here. But it is consistently much harder and more stressful than doing it on my own, despite how the baby usually cries with me on my own.

So, that sucks. A lot.

Post-a-day 2026

Tonight, for a stroke of the unexpected, my husband arrived home while the baby and I were in the shower, just finishing up. He chose to go take a shower right away, so he could get ready for bed faster. So, we went and surprised him in the bathroom, my daughter immediately ripping the shower curtain out of the way, knowing someone was behind them. It was dramatic and hilarious and adorable, and she was thrilled to discover her dad behind the curtains.

Naturally, he complained about cold air being let out, but I think he enjoyed the surprise. 😛

Post-a-day 2025

Sometimes, it is very easy to change my daughter’s diaper. Sometimes, I have to pin her down on the ground with both of my legs, semi-sitting on her face while I change her diaper against her writhing legs and midst her wild wails. Sometimes, it is quick and I am finished within thirty seconds. Other times, I am gagging and crying as I avoid as best possible smelling the horrendous sludge that is somehow everywhere at once and seems endless for the first few baby wipes… and she sometimes decides to put her hand or foot in those, too…

And, on rare occasions – very rare ones – I don’t have to be the one to change the diaper at all, and it gets changed by someone else. But usually not. Usually, even if someone else is around and I think that someone’s or those someones would change her diaper, I find out after they leave that she is still wearing the same diaper I put on her before they came to watch her, and now she probably has a slight rash.

Ugh.

Sometimes, people suck.

But I like my baby. Even though she keeps pulling my hair as I write this.

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