Woe is me (whiny and self-indulgent)
Jul 16, 2008 The Story of My Life
- I opened the refrigerator, reached for the milk and did something to my back or my shoulders or my neck or something. This is what comes of being on the computer all of the time. I worked really really late on Monday and I haven’t taken the time to stop and stretch since then. Plus I’m still not sleeping well so I’m not really relaxing at night. Result: Sore, aching shoulders/neck and wrenching something merely by reaching for milk. I feel like I’m 80-thousand years old. Argh.
- We can’t get any channels on our television. Well, we can get very fuzzy channels but not ones you can, you know, watch. And Tivo doesn’t recognize them so we can’t use Tivo. I’m sure we’ll figure out a fix but we’re grouchy about it. Apparently we were worse cable addicts than we knew.
- I’m really busy and it’s not all happy-busy. A lot of it is just busy. I’m tired. My neck hurts. Too much busyness and not enough happy-busy!
- What is with gorgeous, smart, funny women who are living with/dating/married to rotten men? What is up with that? How can we put a stop to low self-esteem and low standards? People! How can we save our sisters??? <— said like Cree Summer playing Freddy on A Different World (I miss cable)
- I have another complaint that I’m not blogging (yet) but we could use a medium-sized miracle in the next few weeks and I’m tired of looking for one. Reality bites. I’m worn out from spinning my wheels and forcing myself to be cheerful about it.
- You people with your adorable free kittens! Stop flaunting the cuteness! We officially have decided NO KITTENS. Sad but true. Reasons are as follows: My sister and nephew are very allergic and having a kitten here will be a hardship to family visits; Peanut may not like kittens; kitten vet visits aren’t in our budget at the moment; litterboxes; kitty footprints on our kitchen counter skeeve me out. I like kittens so even though I believe this is a smart decision, I’m bummed out about it. Particularly the not-in-the-budget thing. I want to have enough money to be mildly irresponsible without feeling so dang guilty about it. Like, “Pizza tonight? Sure! Order two — they’re small!”
- It’s hot. And humid. Dang Ohio. Why’d we ever leave the Pacific Northwest? (grumble)
That’s enough. Whining didn’t seem to make me feel better so I’m going to try OD’ing on caffeine next. A temporary fix is better than no fix at all, right? Grouch.
Tags: a different world, budget, cable, complaining, cree summer, humidity, my sister, pacific northwest, Peanut, sister
Working working working
May 22, 2006 Writing
More work to do today. Lots of faxing to do today. Lots of phone calls. Grocery shopping (heh, I wrote “hopping” first by mistake) with the kids. And writing group tonight.
My bookwork site is mostly put together but I think the survey has a glitch and now I have to rewrite the whole thing if I want to fix it so maybe I don’t want to fix it so much. Also I need content and am wondering when I’ll have time to provide that.
I need to send out emails to mom’s groups to beg them to let me come talk to them (need the experience and also am hoping to drum up people to fill out the glitch-full survey). I need to get further on my sample chapter (it’s still at 1200 words).
I need to chase some work this week, too.
This weekend we pruned the hell out of our bushes near our property line to make way for a fence we’ve been wanting since we moved in. It will mean that poor Peanut, our once swift little pup, will finally get to run free again and rid our yard of the squirrels that are chewing their way into our garage. (Damn squirrels.) Then Brett chipped up about 1/3 of the pruning leavings and so we put mulch around our patio where the kids run the grass away. The rest of the mulch will go on the front yard. The surveyors came and said yes indeed the bushes can be inside the fence, which is a huge relief because the fence guy thought not and advised said survey. Otherwise we would have lost the two Roses of Sharon, the Lilac and Madison’s Birthday Bush (forsynthia).
Yesterday in particular we chased the children around, yelled at them for teasing each other, distributed popsicles, mediated disputes over whose popsicle was superior (this was Noah’s argument; Madison just screamed), vetted Noah’s superhero comicbook in process and his demonstration of heroic tricks on the swingset and finally walked to the local pub to eat fish and chips outside. It’s 8:13am and Madison is still asleep, which I attribute to this busyness and to the fact that she walked home most of the way from the pub. She’s usually up an hour earlier.
Still haven’t seen Jessica to give her her mother’s day present. She is a busy girl these days but we are going to try to hook up this week. She and her boyfriend are working on being vegan so maybe I’ll make soba noodles with peanut sauce if they come for dinner.
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Yesterday morning (way too early)
Mar 6, 2006 Parenting
Madison: Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!
Me: Mrmph
Madison: Mommy! Want cheese! Pane cheese!
Me: We’re out of plain cheese, Madison.
Madison: No pane cheese? Buy more at store, Mommy?
Me: Yes, Madison. Later.
Madison: Yater? Buy more pane cheese? Buy more broken cheese?
[she means when we cut the block of plain cheese into chunks]
Me: Yes, Madison, broken cheese, too.
Madison: And mananas, Mommy?
Me: Bananas, too.
Madison: And milk? Milk for my bottle, Mommy?
Me: Yes.
Madison: And pane cheese, Mommy? And broken cheese, Mommy? And mananas?
Me: Yes.
Madison: And pane cheese, Mommy? And broken cheese, Mommy? And mananas?
Me: Yes, plain cheese. Yes, broken cheese. Yes, bananas.
Madison: And milk, Mommy? Mommy? YOOK at me!
[Because I'd shut my eyes again.]
Me: Yes and milk, Madison.
Madison: And pane cheese, Mommy?
(repeat repeatedly until finally I give in and get out of bed)
I really want to get this on tape. Today she asked me if she could hit me with a hammer, if she could hit herself with a hammer and then if she did would I be sad if she hit me and would she be sad if she hit herself and would Gramps be sad? Would ‘Cia (Lucia) be sad? Would Pee-yo (Peanut) be sad? Would Noah be sad? Ummm, Daddy be sad? Again and again and again. Then she would walk away (Ok, I go my room now, Mommy!) and then come back (And Gamma be sad, Mommy?) and go away and back and go away and back…
