I got my birthday chicks in the mail. I ordered 7 chicks and 6 were DOA. The one that is alive doesn't look great. Sad day... ive been reading that meyer hatchery had a bad year, im not sure ill order again even with their great customer service.
For the surviving chick what do we think she is?
My husband is out of town. He left yesterday. Since he left my life has been a literal nightmare. My 3yo is acting out. I know its because she wants more attention and I have been trying to be patient but she has been making it so hard. Today really was the worst day in a long time and I did not handle it well and just need to vent.
It started at midnight. The 7mo woke up and would not go back to bed. At about 3am I couldn't do it anymore, made sure he was fed and changed and just left the room with him in the crib. He cried it out for 20 minutes and then settled to sleep. I felt horrible but I could sleep. Then he and the 3yo were both up at 5am. The morning went ok. It was really hectic, and I couldnt do all of the chores I normally do like unload the dishwasher and pick up or eat breakfast myself but otherwise things were just normal levels of defiance and difficulty. I got to the gym and had a massive headache because I was hungry and dehydrated. I did a half workout because it usually makes me feel better but then had to go to work. Work was terrible, literally nothing went right. However I managed to shake it off before I got to the kids. We arrive home and our door wont open. The key broke in the lock. I scaled our backyard fence and up the side of our house to get into our bedroom window on the 2nd floor and break into our house by kicking that screen in. We get in, I replace the screen and the first hour was fine. I go to unload the dishwasher and see that it somehow didnt wash a thing, the dishpack got stuck. So I ordered dinner because I just couldn't even. Then once dinner arrived is when everything went down the toilet.
She refuses to eat. Fine but no snacks. She then goes outside into our backyard and plays. Then I see her throw a chicken over the fence. Which is a big no no. I go and retrieve the chicken and put her back in the yard. I tell my daughter she has to go inside. I lock the door and put a child lock on it. I then tell her that I have to put the 7mo to bed. I try but hes suddenly the most awake baby ever and after 20 minutes of trying I give up and go downstairs to see a broken child lock and 15 chickens in the house. There is bird poop everywhere and I see my daughter spraying water everywhere with a spray bottle. Im losing it. I pick her up and tell her I am getting really really angry and need a timeout but because I cannot trust her right now to leave her alone I am going to lock her door to her room with her in it (she has a water bottle and a toilet in there).
I do so, take a few deep breaths. Clear the chickens out of the house. Clean up the poop. Meanwhile the baby is crying and fussing because hes still tired. I manage to calm down while cleaning and decide to go back into her room to talk to her about why this isnt ok and....shes inside of her fish tank. She broke the lid and climbed inside to play with the turtles. I lost my marbles there. I yelled "Why are you in the turtle tank?!" Then go off on a tirade saying Im angry with her because she is not acting good and doing things that she knows she isnt supposed to be doing. Im yelling and then stop myself, shes crying. I tell her I need to take another timeout. I try to block the tank and leave again. I call my husband and freak the fuck out on him telling him about everything. Then she starts crying. She broke into the turtle tank and a turtle bit her. Her hand is ok, I tell her the turtle bit her because she was doing something he didnt like, like I am angry because she is doing things she shouldn't. That she is normally a very good girl who listens so I just dont understand what is going on. Im yelling all of this. I took her and sat her in a chair and told her to not get up. She ofc gets up and starts running around and throwing things and I just sit there holding the baby trying not to blow up even more.
I collect myself and lock her in the spare bedroom which is literally just a bed right now. We cleaned it out for the baby. I take 20 minutes to myself to calm down. Then go in and apologize for yelling. Explain I was really upset and I shouldn't have yelled. We both hug it out and she says she still loves me. I tell her even when I am mad I still love her and that I always will and that tomorrow is a new day and we can both try and be better. But today we have to go to bed early because of all the things that went on. She's currently in bed. The baby is finally asleep. I just want to curl and cry because I feel like such a shit mom.
Edited to add: I told my husband about the full extent of my day and he aparently sent me a suprise .
Lmao that link won't even work for me today. It was 2 bouquets of flowers and 18 chocolate cupcakes.
So today was a hectic day. I have 2 kids who are 3yo and 7mo. Today the 7mo had a checkup and couldn't go back to daycare so my husband and I decided to go to the gym together. In between sets we would go to the non-athletic area of our community center and play with 7mo and trade off. We were doing free weights and would re-rack each time, so annoying but nbd to anyone else.
I did my normal 6 exercises and finished after about 45 minutes and my husband simply said "that's it? You're not doing more?". I explained I was doing 3 sets of 8 reps at a weight that I could complete the 8 at and normally I would have ended my shoulder/back day with 30 minutes of biking but didnt because of the kiddo. He told me I should be going to failure each time and doing as many sets as hard of a weight as it takes to get there. I told him I couldn't do that because I need my arms to work to pick up our 40lb 3yo if she tantrums and pick up our baby whose about 20lb and rn my arms felt like I had enough in the tank where it would be challenging but doable to hold my baby for as long as I needed to. He said at the gym I should be leaving with everything in my muscle group spent and I was "basically doing nothing".
Is it alright im leaving some in the tank? Should I really be pushing myself that much?
After a long 4 months of cutting after being postpartum and eating 1500 calories per day, I have reached very close to my target goal weight (about 10lbs less than my pregnancy weight). However I have noticed I am quite weak. So I have started going back to the gym 7mo postpartum and taking things slow. I know this means I have to eat more again.
Like when I started my cut, I redownloaded a calorie counting app and began just logging ensuring that I am not changing my habits. Aparently the few months of a 1500 goal had really stuck and I am struggling to eat a healthy amount of food that will support muscle growth. After 2 months I had a good handle on what 1500 calories looks like and I could eat while still being satisfied in my day to day. S9 i stopped tracking and lost the weight. This took me from 190lbs to 150lbs in 7 months with just C25K (now I run 30 mins 2x week) as an activity because i was sleep deprived until now.
Cronometer has said I need about 1880 calories per day, 2320 calories after my cardio today, to maintain. Eating as I normally have been, including all snacks and accurately measuring by weighing, I have a week average of 1620 calories. Recently I have added a post workout protein shake, but outside of that shake id be about 1500 calories. How do I eat more without overstuffing myself? 2320 seems like a lot of healthy food.
So I am a 30F at 5'6 whose 157pounds who has a 7mo and a 3yo. Let me tell you, I used to be in the best physical shape at 150 but it feels like my LOs have literally sapped all of my physical strength.
I used to run for hours, lift 100 pounds of animal feed over my shoulder on repeated journys from the truck to the barn no problem and now can barely flop a bag of 50lb chicken feed over my shoulder to take to the car. My abs hurt for no reason suddenly. Played golf? Abs hurt. Picked up kid too many times? You guessed it abs hurt.
Ive never really been to a gym, went today and felt really lost and embarrassed to be there. I just felt like I kinda flailed around on the machines and left feeling a bit dejected like I just couldn't do anything correctly. Do any of you moms have advice on how to get a routine started or not feel like an idiot flailing around a gym?