I can’t get into specific detail about what’s causing me woe; but I can say it totally sucks to be blamed for something you so totally didn’t do. I wish I could elaborate more on what’s up my ass but the results of the past week have made me paranoid.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!
Hi, Internet, I just wanted to let you know that I am not a superhero. I’ve been trying to hang like one since the beginning of September, but fuck me, it’s not working. Up at 6am to do dishes; two loads of laundry washed, dried and folded; get kids fed and dressed; schoolbags packed and myself ready for work takes it’s toll after a little while. This all on top of a six day work week. I wish I could say I could keep up at this pace, but the gift of a long weekend has produced the knowledge that I NEED HELP!!!!
We are now going to assign tasks for when I work five days and when I work six days. Like on the weeks I work six days; Dave will do the grocery shopping. And I will take a nap! It’s a nice, little trade off that hopefully will get me out of this funk that I’ve been in and help me feel well-rested and a contributing person in society.
My job is also super stressful atm, which is not helping the situation. I would write more, but Lord knows, I do not want to be dooce’d in the process. So silence will prevail. I will leave you with this: People in a management position should have a psych eval. Enough said.
Alexa was diagnosed with Pneumonia on Friday. She had plenty of rest and has her follow up at the Peds this afternoon. Fingers crossed.
And me? I’m enjoying a lovely afternoon on my lovely Flex Day where I plan on doing nothing.
Life is grand.
Sooo… I haven’t written since April. Let me give you an update:
It’s sad that the past six months can be summed up in this manner, but there ya go.
Onward and upward….
Today, I began my Christmas shopping. I always get anxiety attacks around December 5th because OH MY GOD!!! CHRISTMAS IS ONLY 20 DAYS AWAY AND I HAVE NO PRESENTS FOR ANYONE!!! THE HORROR!!!! CHILD SOCIAL SERVICES WILL COME AND GET ME BECAUSE MY KIDS ARE UNPRIVILEDGED!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
So, err, yeah. A layaway has been put on and there will be a lot of Transformers in my kids’ futures.
Dave and I will be married for two years here in a few weeks. I remember posting about our wedding and plans and how all of it was ultimately wasted because we did the JoP thing. And I wouldn’t have had any other way. So, we’ll be going for a special little dinner somewhere soon.
I decided that after a year and a half, I have reached my saturation point with working six days a week. Now, I get every other Saturday off. And I’m LOVING it! I have relaxed, shopped and am in the process of changing over the kids’ dressers with winter clothes. Expect a heat wave, Philadelphia!
That’s about all. Will download iPhone app. I miss blogging.
I’m in a bit of a funk today and not sure why. I went out with a friend last night for a fantastic dinner and a movie. It was much needed and even more so; was some of the most fun I’ve had in a while. I guess I’m getting all sentimental about the move and know that now we’ll have so much less space in the apartment vs. the townhome that we are currently in. What I won’t miss though is the pricetag of such a townhome. We’ll be in a second floor apartment too; so I’m a little concerned about the dog and walking the dog and the dog’s transition into a new environment. Ugh. I’m a chronic worrier and bet that I could give <a href=”http://www.suburbanbliss.net”>Melissa</a> a run for her money. Or least, we’d have lots to talk about what with the myriad of topics which we could worry about.
It’s 6:41am and I have a cake cooling on the stove. What’s wrong with this picture?
Ugh. God, I’m going to miss this kitchen. It’s so spacious and bright. It’s probably been the first place that I’ve considered a “home” in a really long time. Why does everything have to be so expensive? *whine*
Well, I’m off for another fun-filled day at work. Catch ya….:)
Okay, so guess what we’re doing? We’re moving! Again, you say. Yes, quite simply we cannot live without unneccessary amounts of stress added into our lives. Not really, we’re moving because we’ll be saving $240 a month in rent and with Dave’s job moving to East Bumblefuck, PA and we’re forced to shell out ludicrous amounts of money in tolls and gas. We’re staying within the complex, just moving to a smaller apartment. We’re excited. Lots of closet space. Cheaper rent. Fantastic looking space. A little small, but it means we can continue with our lifestyle, sans bankrupcy.
Anyhoo….
How about that Obama basically telling the auto industry to shape up or ship out? Rock on, Barama! I never thought I’d live to see the day when lobbyists didn’t run the White House. It’s quite cool, actually. It restores ones faith in humanity.
I need an eyebrow wax something fierce. Life is good. Or getting there.
So, when did I become the old, devout Catholic lady with my moo-moo and knee highs on? Apparently, I have strange opinions about the sanctity of marriage and responsibility and am incredibly judgemental about others who are a little more free with those notions.
For the record, even when my husband is a dick, I like being married to him. I like waking up to just him day in and day out. I like our quiet, little life together. Recently, we’ve been going out more and staying out later and I can say that I’ve never been less happy. I want my quiet, little life sanctioned by the Pope back!
And yet, I don’t want to deprive the man of things that he wants to do. Being married is hard sometimes. Ugh!
No one tells you when you sign up for your ride on the Mom Train that mixed in with all that bonding and the afterglow of delivering the devil’s spawn is a heaping helping of green, gooey nose custard on a fairly regular basis. This is made worse when your kid is allergic to EVERYTHING and gets monthly ear and sinus infections. I often find myself completely covered in snot and drool and even after nearly seven years in; it never gets less disgusting or appealing. Let’s not even talk about vomit or poopies.
In less contagious news…
I finally got myself an iPod Nano. LOVE IT — three snaps in a circle! I’ve had a blast filling it with all of my favorite songs and it’s brought back a crapload (the metric form of shitload) of high school and college memories. I’ve filled it with Sonic Youth, Pavement, Violent Femmes and DropKick Murphy’s just to name a few. Love it, love it, love it!
So, anyhoo… time to get back to the sick kid. Mommy stayed out way too late last night getting the new Twilight DVD (SPECIAL EDITION BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!) and I’m ready for a nappie myself. Goo goo. Nini.
Well, it’s true. I have had my fair share of septagenarians for one lifetime, thanks bunches. My place of employment is offering a really good rate for CD’s and it seems that every grumpy, old and ignorant arthritic asshole has come to visit in the past week. Old people, not that you’re going to be on the internet because, ya know, you’re old, but listen up anyway:
DIE!
Harsh? Spend a week working with me and then tell me what’s harsh. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have met some truly wonderful people this week. It’s the memory of the truly mental that stand out though. Like the one who said that she hoped that we all died and then condemned us to hell. No, I’m not joking.
There’s so much more that I could shed some light on, but I’m afraid I have to get ready to go work. YAY!
So, in the last few months, we have acquired a small shelters worth of animals. Now that the kids are older, we need something to coddle and snuggle with cause Lord knows unless our names are “Leapster” or “Hot Wheels” the spawn don’t want anything to do with us.
In August, we acquired Ben — the tiny, black cat who was thrown out of a window on a major roadway in Delaware. He’s a bit of a bitch, so Dave and I thought we’d get him a playmate.
Come September, we acquired Elizabeth, a gigantic mound of grey long-haired fur with much to say and a lot of furry love to give.
About a month ago, we took a ride to the country and acquired the crazy mofo puppy, Gracie Mae. She’s part boxer/part bulldog and 100% insane. She’s a really wonderful dog, despite ya know, the potty training accidents and the cries for attention. But other than that nomal stuff that all puppies need to work through, she’s truly a good dog.
The slew of pets have added so much love to our home that despite the fact that the child/pet to grown-up ratio is now majorly disproprotionate, that neither of us would trade them in for anything. Except, life had other plans. On Tuesday morning, Elizabeth passed away suddenly. We’re not sure why or how. Late Sunday night, she staggered into the kitchen. On Monday, she sat around wanting to eat and drink. I tried to feed her water through a syringe, but she just puked it up. On Tuesday morning, she lay dead on the living room floor by one of the heating vents. She was truly wonderful and will be missed by us all.
So, if you would all raise your glasses to the sweetest little furbag on earth, I would appreciate it.
Goodbye, Elizabeth!
Life has been spinning past at an amazing pace that before I know it; it’s 5 months after my last post. Being a working mom will do that to you, though I often feel as if something is missing when I don’t check in and spill my guts out for all the world to see.
So, instead of posting some majorly intricate post on what’s happened since the last post, I will tell you some of the highlights:
And that’s about all. I’m hoping that with the aid of a nice, new laptop that I can get more writing accomplished. If not, it was nice seeing you again. See you in another six months!
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