The cicadas here are so deafening, I can't even think. I lost at Bunko tonight. I have to get up at o'dark thirty tomorrow to take a child to a doctor's appointmen
t. I've gained weight from all the dairy we're eating since Theo left home. I collapsed in bed at 1:30 this morning, only to be woken up half an hour later by Rachel (she had a headache). Anna has a Facebook friend I don't like the looks of. My house is a mess. Susie peed on the floor twice today. Young moms in their 20's and 30's look at me as though I'm a sour old hag. Maybe I am a sour old hag. I have to file self-employment taxes by tomorrow. My dishwasher's still broken.The weather's been pretty nice, though.
[Feel free to add your whine in the comments. Misery loves company.]
I found a ton of typos in my own posts today, but, I am too tired to actually fix them. My washer is broken, but, since it will agitate on the smallest load setting, my husband doesn't feel that doing laundry for 8 people on the smallest load setting should be a problem. I gained *6* pounds in the last week because my husband was home so I actually had time to eat...and eat I did apparently. You are in good company, or at least, you are not alone in your misery.
ReplyDeleteahh, the good ole self employment taxes... they are probably the main reason why i don't open up my own shop...
ReplyDeleteMy husband works long crappy hours and hasn't had a day off in weeks aside from Friday. Did he help me with the kids or anything around the house? NO! His dumb butt went hunting all day. I just want a few hours of silence and can't get it because HE wants to go hunting with his friends. UGH!
ReplyDeleteI feel better now...not really. =(
I quit a job that had crappy hours (noon-6p when you have kids going to school for the first time in their lives after years of homeschooling is the pits) and yet I'm STILL working there. And feeling responsible to be there because they haven't found a replacement. So I'm still juggling babysitting, driving to afterschool activities, and life in general for MINIMUM wage. Yep, when the state of Ohio raised the minimum wage in January, I (a college grad) got a freakin' raise. How awsome is that? And my hubby is all like, "Why don't you just not go in?" And I'm all, "Well, my first job in a gazillion years and you, Mr. Responsible, don't get why I feel the need to leave my place of employment on good terms and the right way?" And he's all, "Well, yeah, but. . . ." So I guess responsibility only applies to men? I don't know.
ReplyDeleteOn the other hand, the sitter is AWESOME. I might send toddler there a few hours a day, a few days a week even if I wasn't working. Just because he has 6 other little toddler boys to play with. Can you imagine doing daycare and having only little toddler boys? What a trip. I'll bet she could do a fabulous whine.
Did I just ruin my whine by adding a silver lining?
Yesterday was my husband's birthday, but he had a bad day at work (which had nothing to do with the 13+ hours he is gone from home each day) -- then we had 5 minutes to eat supper before rushing off to the high school (no parking) for Back-to-School night. That event was spent separately; we each followed a different kid's schedule (our own kids, to be sure, but we weren't together).
ReplyDeleteOh, and I failed to wish him a happy birthday. Do you think he noticed?
In the spirit of your blog -- carpet cleaner left at noon, 2 year old threw up in the living room at 6:45 p.m.
ReplyDeleteWell I don't even know where to begin, so I'll skip my complaining and tell you that your posts make me smile and hope it makes you feel a little bit better :)
ReplyDeleteI've a headache that is threatening an impending sinus battle that everyone around me is already waging and a double canker sore from biting my lip a few days ago. I actually dipped a cotton ball in Anbesol and stuffed it between my lip and my teeth because it hurts so bad and my teeth kept rubbing against it.
ReplyDeleteHere's my whine...my employment at school hasn't started yet...so I still can't make my own spending money. There are so many cute boots out there, too....
ReplyDeleteI think I may just go whine ad infinitum on my own blog, instead of taking over your comments - because I've got plenty of whine today.
ReplyDeleteMy dad's in the hospital, which means my mom is DRIVING (clear the roads) and they live 3 hours away, so do I pack up the homeschoolers (4) and leave the high schoolers (2) and blow off my trip to see the college kids (2) and the oldest(1) who just finished his masters, started a new job, and is already thinking about a career change? One of the dogs keeps eating all the veggies in the garden, the other keeps digging at the roots of my favorite pine tree (she is old and we wonder if she is digging her own grave. sick).
ReplyDeleteOH, that felt good. Thanks for the whine venue. Hope your day perks up!
MB (mom of nine kids, 23 year span. same hubby. sigh).
I didn't even notice your typo, which would normally NEVER happen, I was so absorbed in my own whining. I am about to start subbing (I haven't taught for 8 years) but the whole friend who was supposed to keep my son is acting iffy about it, and I'm not getting any calls yet anyway. I'm in my 30s and I feel like a sour old hag. Okay, that's all I've got. Thanks for the invitation to whine.
ReplyDeleteAnyone with that much pain in their life does NOT need their typos pointed out.
ReplyDeleteAt the moment I am redialing the gynecologist's office because I keep getting a busy signal!! what the hell is up with that???
ReplyDeleteIt helps to dial the correct number. *thunking head on wall*
ReplyDeleteOK, if I got 175 comments yesterday, I'd be celebrating today.
ReplyDeleteBut I will whine along with you because my dishwasher is still broken, too (and my backup dishwasher just moved in with her dad).
okay...
ReplyDelete-einstein was a lousy speller
-think of cicadas as nature's symphony
-you're dishwasher will be fixed...it will.
-accidents on the floor are okay...at least you don't have to buy diapers anymore
-you are not a sour old hag...the 20 and 30 year olds are just jealous because you're witty, have a real writing job, and are confident.
Just adding my whine:) Husband,me, and 12 yo have swine flu. 5,2, and 6 week older are looking like they are coming down as well. Missed your typo as I do way too many of those myself!
ReplyDeleteCR@P! I forgot about taxes being due tomorrow. And here I am without forms OR a checkbook. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteJust do what my husband does - he pays it all at tax time. No penalties. They don't tell you that so they getyour money sooner.
ReplyDeleteThe California DMV didn't process my car registration payment, and I didn't print it out to prove I did, so by the time I found out I got hit with--okay, wait, first, their phone voicetree monologue says the fine for being a month late will be $10. In real life? While the state is putting their workers on furloughs so they're not processing payments? About $200 on a two-year-old Prius on top of the regular fee. I got told it may be as long as three months before we get our sticker. During all of which we could get pulled over anytime. Well, I have a stamped Certificate of Mailing to the DMV via the post office here with the old registration, Officer...
ReplyDeleteGood luck to all of us posting here!
What's a typo in the big scheme of things? Sounds like Susie os pretending to be a puppy. Maybe it's time to get out some newspaper. On the floor or rolled up. I'll leave that up to you.
ReplyDeleteMy one year old (who has a tendency to spray water from the sink into the kitchen for 20 minutes at a time) has learned to climb out of his crib so now even nights and naptime are not safe.
ReplyDeleteI found out the hard way that I shouldn't shampoo the new cat. Yeah, I know. But the last cat let me, and the other new cat let me. So, I figured, he'll complain, but it'll be worth it because he won't stink like animal shelter pee anymore. Oh. Dear. I dropped him from 7 feet off the floor (as far away from my face as I could get him) and let him run. I think the real damage was done to my arm when I picked him up again to rinse him.
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