Meg’s just fed up.

Dear Annie: I am a 39-year-old man who is married to the greatest wife in the world. We have three boys and one girl; our oldest is 19, and our youngest is 8. A couple of years ago, I started a cabinet-making business, and it is growing faster than I could have imagined. Our oldest son works full time with me. Even with his help, I am falling further and further behind on work. In a world where everyone is used to next-day delivery, it seems like customers don’t understand that the type of custom work I do takes time. I don’t want to turn down requests, though, because we’re trying to get out of debt. We’ve been doing pretty well so far. We paid off our last credit card about six months ago. After years of living with a stress cloud over our heads, it felt like things were finally getting better.

But a few months ago, we were hit with a bombshell and a blessing when we found out that my wife is pregnant. We thought we were done having kids; in fact, I was planning on getting fixed next year. But after finding out the news, I pumped myself up and said: “OK, one more. We can do this!”

We went in for the first ultrasound, and they found two heartbeats. I almost fainted. Then, at the next ultrasound, they found three! And then we found out that all three are girls! It might be a dad thing, but I worry about my daughter more than the three boys combined.

Long story short, I am losing my mind with worry for my wife. She is doing amazingly so far, but three babies is so much for her to carry. She is still trying to do all she usually does, but she is so easily exhausted, so she gets upset with herself. The kids are helping all they can, but she is a mom who thinks she can do it all and doesn’t like to ask them. Meanwhile, I have been working 18 hours a day, seven days a week, trying to get caught up on the jobs. I also try to take my wife to all her appointments. Recently, I started having some chest pains and spent two days in the hospital. Seeing the worry on my wife’s face then broke my heart. The last thing she needs is more to worry about.

I feel like I am trying to do too much, but I don’t see any other way. I truly feel like this world has chewed me up and spit me out, and now it has a yoke around my neck, and I don’t see any way out. — Dad on the Edge

Dear Dad: To start, take a few long, deep breaths. It’s essential that you stop overworking yourself. Set realistic expectations for clients in terms of project timelines, and turn jobs down if need be. Yes, this might lead to reduced cash flow in the short term. But it’s the best way to ensure that, in the long term, you’re able to keep working, without getting sick, burning out or worse. You need to be here to watch your three new baby girls grow up, after all.

A worry shared is a worry halved. Let friends and family members in on what you’re going through. They’ll want to help, and there will be many ways for them to do so — like running errands so your wife doesn’t have to, assisting with appointments and helping care for those three incoming bundles of joy once they arrive.

Lastly, it’s admirable that you’re trying to avoid stressing out your wife. But bottling everything up inside will only cause her to worry more. Open up to her, and share what’s on your heart and mind. You two will get through this together. (c) Annie Lane @ Creators.com

Oh my.

We thought we were done having kids; in fact, I was planning on getting fixed next year.

You were planning on getting “fixed”? So, what does that make you… a French poodle? Dogs get “fixed”. Humans get vasectomies. Dude. Your choices of words now has me visualizing your… ahem… man parts. And by the way, they’re nasty. I know because I’m visualizing them. Thanks a lot. Maybe show some sensitivity the next time you casually describe your… ahem… plans to get “fixed”. Being genteel hasn’t gone out of fashion. Keep it in your pants. Thanks.

Well, it’s obvious I can’t sympathize with this guy due to his disgusting word choice. Fixed… [shudders.] No, just no.

Since I’m not feeling sympathetic, I’ll point out that his decision to get “fixed” (said with forced goodwill and optimistic emphasis) next year showed that they were open to pregnancies for another year. Otherwise, that was just stupid. Why put it off if you want it taken care of now? Dude! Birth control!

Second, I’ll point out that any pregnancy can be a multiple. Merry Christmas! It’s the job of responsible parents to be prepared for these possibilities.

I truly feel like this world has chewed me up and spit me out, and now it has a yoke around my neck, and I don’t see any way out.

Ohh! Now we have a way with words! Okay. So that reference to getting “fixed” was, in fact, base vulgarity coming from someone who could’ve rephrased it.

HA HA! I’m having issues. I have no advice for this letter writer.

4 thoughts on “Meg’s just fed up.

  1. Bad mood / shit day? Or just annoyed by this dude? Either way I sympathize. I had a sudden flare up of irritation out of nowhere tonight. So I took a sleeping pill 😆. Better than drinking. If the irritation bug bit you then I hope you feel better soon.

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    1. I’m fine, thanks!! I just was annoyed!! 😀 “Fixed”! Ugh!! I’m so sexually repressed! 😀

      Sleeping pills are useful!! Wow, not a bad idea!! Yeah, I hear ya, I sometimes do the same with Seroquel if I’m really upset (it’s sedationary) or valerian tincture for anger. (I made a wall chart so I wouldn’t forget what to do if I get angry. Like being on fire: stop, drop, and roll. Just… less painful. I think.)

      Keep us posted about how useful the sleeping pills are for irritation!! ❤ ❤ ❤

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      1. Oh for sure!! And I don’t know if it’s just me, but I get tired irregularly. (Don’t break into rhyme, Meg. Too late at night.) Like, why am I tired? I got as much sleep as I always get. [Eyeroll.] And it’s like there doesn’t even have to be an explanation. Maybe God knows and She’s not telling.

        I hope you sleep well tonight!! 🙂

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