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Well . . . look at that . . . here I am first and I have nothing to whine about. How can that be? Truly I am the whiney person on the planet . . .
I'll just get the soup and warm bread ready for the rest of you. Hot chocolate for dessert. (spirits optional!)
most whiney, that is.
Sigh. Perhaps I should whine about my sloppy typing. Why do my fingers think it's "down" just because my brain thought it?
I saw Gogol Bordello in concert about a year ago. That was back when I could drink and party like a crazy lady.
Anti-whine: For the first time in approximately 5 months, I slept 6, count 'em, SIX straight hours last night. It was wonderful.
Whine: I'm still tired.
Baby E has had one reaction/bad spell after another for the last week or two. I haven't yet figured out what exactly she's reacting to, but on Friday we BOTH reacted to something--I think. The most likely-seeming possibilities include millet, cane sugar, and for Baby E her reflux medication. I suspect it's all three.
It is nearly 7pm and I haven't even started cooking anything for dinner yet. I'm not sure what I'm going to cook, but everything we can eat takes an average of 1 to 3 hours to prepare. I am suddenly feeling crippled again when it comes to preparing any food. Plus, Baby E was miserable for most of the day.
M&M has started telling me "no" when I ask her to do something, and AJ literally stomped her foot and sassed me several times yesterday.
Oh, and send us some good vibes for couples counseling tomorrow night, please.
Ugh. I had a series of really annoying encounters today, including one incident during which an IT guy hijacked my office so that he could call an elderly faculty member to discuss the faculty member's computer problems. We were all in the same building, but IT guy didn't want to deal w/ the faculty member f2f, so instead he had a long and loud conversation in my office. Nice.
But what I'm really here to whine about is that a friend of mine is mired in a difficult situation, and I've been lending a sympathetic ear and giving advice when I can. But now the situation has escalated and I feel that I did my friend a huge disserve with my feedback/advice. I *know* I was doing the best I could, but I can see in retrospect that I was totally off the mark. I feel awful, most especially for my friend, and terrified to open my mouth again. Ugh.
Anti-whine: It's going to be 4 degrees F tomorrow! Above zero! Yippee! Heat wave. I'll be sending the kids to school in their bathing suits, I tell you.
Whine: why did my husband pick the coldest days of the century to leave his lovely family to go to a conference in a much warmer climate? And it snowed here on two of those days. And they closed school for one of them (due to some silly little -32 F windchill.)
Anti-whine: he's heading back in a few hours.
Whine: My children made up a song tonight. They sang it to the tune of "Frere Jacque"....
I want Daddy. I want Daddy
He's more fun. He's more fun
I wish Daddy would come home
Really wish he'd come home
He's more fun
He's more fun
Of course, he will come home with presents...only upping the "fun daddy" factor, no?
Anti-whine: We are sure to be able to get some good ice skating in this weekend after all this cold weather. Sub-zero temps are good for something!
Thanks for letting us whine on Tuesday night. I really won't have anything to whine about tomorrow (temps will be up...husband will be home....life will be grand!)
Whine: In over my head everywhere I turn. I'm taking a class that I literally could have birthed every other student in the room. My small group yesterday had a guy named Weasel who talked about how his room mate peed in the hall because he was too drunk to know it wasn't the bathroom. Anyway, the class keeps me on toes because it's not area that I feel all that confident in.
Work-I am the rainmaker to this organization, and frankly I'm not all that sure I can even gather a cloud or two, let alone a whole storm.
Anti-whine:Everyone around me is complimenting me and has a lot more faith in my abilities than I sometimes deserve.
For a few days AM has been acting weird (twisting around, being generally unhappy) while nursing. This is over and above being beyond distractable any time Miss M isn't at school or in bed. I hesitate to call it a nursing strike, but it's starting to freak me out a little. I haven't really been pushing the solids; he eats them, but I kind of think of them as snacks as opposed to the meals he is getting on tap. He's also got a cold (again) and could probably use the hydration.
He'll nurse if he's really hungry but now seems to prefer his thumb to go to sleep. (WHAT?!)
But he did happily snuggle with Taxman for four straight hours last night. That must mean he's not starving, right?
Is what I am freaking out about the idea that he will want to wean before Miss M does? (Nine months is way too young, but...) As I told Taxman, "That's ridiculous! If I am going to be nursing someone, it should be him!"
There must be deep seated family dynamic issues here. Or maybe I should get him checked for an asymptomatic ear infection. Hmm.
Anti-whine: the mayor has backed down on renaming Parc Ave.
Whine: -30 every day cold snap. (C, but it's close enough in F.)
Whine: I have heavily overextended myself, but am entirely incapable of making myself fulfil any of these obligations. Fucking February.
OK, because I know the spirit of this is that no whine is too small. So this is actually a little whine, but really only a whine, not a real-life problem:
Ode To My Wood Man, in Double-Haiku Format, The New Poetry For The New Century.
Wood man delivers
Hard young and green firewood pile
Claiming it is oak
It doesn’t burn well
But mostly just hisses and
Causes undue smoke.
That is all.
Coming up is the humiliatingly long anniversary of the first time I was assaulted -- 16 years of being totally fucking dysfunctional, go me -- and I am having trouble with the part that involves coping. I also recently got an email from someone (who I do not recall) from that time period who saw me somewhere or other online and decided to get in touch to apologise for how shitty people at the school were and how he couldn't, at the time, stop them, and didn't try.
Uh. Okay then.
So I am sleeping poorly and acting oddly and I am so on in public and I come home and hate myself and hate how I am in person, I'm not even sure if it's real, or if I'm real. I wish I could cry, but I don't.
It never really gets better.
(Please, if you figured out who this is -- I know it's not hard -- please just pretend you didn't. I am regretting writing this even as I am typing.)
I'm so sorry, anon. I'm so, so sorry.
If you regret the comment too much, let me know -- you can just leave another comment to that effect -- and I'll take it down for you.
I just burned my child. I took a cookie sheet out of the oven and held was getting the rice crackers off it near the kitchen table when AJ (who I thought was a safe distance away) reached for her water glass and bumped the pan. She now has a raised welt across the top of her hand. Using a bandage to tape an open aloe leaf to the spot helped somewhat, but it's going to be painful for a while.
She keeps telling me, over and over, that I should NOT have had the pan so close to her, to which I agree.
OK, my whine is nothin' after anon's. But here goes anyhow:
It is almost February 7. And my Christmas tree is still up.
Anti-whine: I hired a housecleaner to come once a week, and she starts on Thursday.
She's seen some messy houses. But even she was surprised to still see a Christmas tree in February.
Terminal Degree, the only Christmas decorations that actually got put up here this year were the two tinsel garlands my kids put up on the railings. They're still there.
An early vote for Anon.
Anon (o).
Anon, I'm not too courageous about these things myself, but I know too well the disconnect of being here, now, and somehow feeling that I got stuck in a dark room x years ago, and if I don't keep my nose to the grindstone of my happy illusion, I'll find that really, I'm still there.
I'm so sorry.
And now there is more than one of us, so it is even less certain who either of us are.
DENTIST.
What, you want specifics? Well, the joke my mother used to tell -- the teeth are fine, but the gums gotta go! -- seems to be coming horribly true. It doesn't matter how much I brush and floss (and I do both! Every day!) when the hygienist scrapes my teeth, I bleed like a stuck pig.
The dentist thinks the answer is more frequent (3-4x per year) cleanings. To quote Marlin in Finding Nemo: "Well of course he wants us to go there! That's EATING us!!"
Er... that made sense in my mind...
Anti-whine: Gogol Bordello, which I wasn't familiar with -- thanks, Phantom!
Anti-whine the second: I found, last-minutish, the perfect, and slightly creepy difference between the British and American editions of Harry Potter (yay for things that give a presentation extra snap)
Whine: I'm still finishing my conference paper, am not as far as I wanted to be, and am seriously beginning to wonder how I am going to get all the necessary business of the quarter done.
Surprisingly, I'm not panicking. But I'm drinking more coffee than my doctor recommended, and sleeping less while I work.
Whine the second: apartment is a mess. If I knew how, I would make "mess" in sloppy, oozing, flashing, radioactive-looking type.
Whine: my thesis won't finish itself.
Anti-whine: my mom came, watched my whiny toddler, AND cleaned my bedroom (aka the Place where the Placeless Finds a Home)! Rock on!
oh, anon. that totally and truly is terrible. i guess the mystery person from the past was trying to make amends in some way, but what the fireplace?
there was something bad that happened to me when i was 19. i still actually remember the anniversary, although it is now 30 years back. it lost its power once i realized i'd gotten through half my life since then, and done well, despite the very awful thing. someday it will be a polished stone for you, not a rock, but i hope you get to the polished part sooner instead of later. xoxo
The cold hard numbers involving our move to Vancouver are starting to come down on us, and they're not pretty.
I have no idea how long Immigration Canada will take to process my paperwork so that I can work there. Could be any time from July 2007 to June 2008, or possibly even longer. And once it comes, I *have* to move there within 6 months.
We have no idea whether or when RW will find a decent job there. Or, indeed, whether or when I will find one when my papers do come through.
Therefore, I can't afford to quit or even go part-time on my current job next school year. Not without tapping out much of the equity on our house, which would leave us without buying power in expensive Vancouver.
Which means that at my pre-contract meeting next week, I have to *not* tell my supervisor that I might be leaving sometime next year, and risk breaking my school-year contract if my papers come in before January. I hate not being out at work about such an important aspect of my life, and I hate the prospect of leaving mid-year and making someone else pick up the pieces.
It also means we probably won't be able to all move by this September. If the rest of my family stays in Seattle with me, MG might have to change schools in the middle of the year, and she hates change with a fierce passion and will make us all miserable in that case. Or we might have to wait until summer 2008 to move, and I am more. than. ready. to leave this city and this country.
But if MG and RW have to move up before me (say, in September 07) and leave me alone in Seattle plugging away at a job I'm ready to leave, *I* will be miserable. Plus we'll have to maintain two households, and what will that do to our house-buying power in expensive Vancouver?
Antiwhine: So far, RW and I have mostly been able to talk about all this without major tears and fury.
Whine: Only mostly, though.
Antiwhine: I'm officially a Mommy! My daughter is almost 18 months old but has called (and made the sign for) me "Daddy" ever since the first time she did it by accident and we laughed. She smirks at me when I tell and sign, "No, *I* am *Mommy*", and signs and says clearly "Dad-dy!!" So yesterday she finally signed and said "Mommy", clear as day. Woohoo!
Whine: After two weeks of sinus infection-turned-bronchitis, the congestion is nearly gone but my chest still hurts when I breathe and I am still coughing. Is there a medically-trained pixie in the house? Should I call the doctor yet again or just keep trying to rest and let my house peacefully continue to gather hairballs and dirty laundry?
Also, big-time soCali hugs to Anon. Sometimes the cowardly people who don't stand up for us are almost as bad as the people who hurt us in the first place. Nihil carborundurum, or something like, screw those fireplacin' idiots and go have a Nehi and spaghetti carbonara.
Hugs and an early vote for Anon. Been there and I know what an energy-suck it is to get through the day year after year.
Hugs to both anons.
Also, an early vote to Pk for the "No, seriously, cut this woman some slack" Award.
Whine: Still puke-arific. Blech.
Antiwhine: Professors really understanding about me running out of lecture/lab to hork.
Whine: Feeling crappy, combined with who-knows-what other pregnancy hormones, has turned me into a raging, angry, psychotic. Seriously. I started yelling at two large drunk men while alone on a dark street the other day. No filter is attached to my mouth. It is pretty funny after the fact, but definitely mortifying at the moment it occurs!
Whine: Matt said the other day, "So the mood swings only last through the first trimester, right?" I nearly killed him.
Ooh, I'm feeling extra whiny today! I'll bring the carby snack food!
Long time reader, first time poster--mostly to send hugs to the two anons, and to whine that we (again) didn't get the promised snow, so no snow day.
Jane Dark, I think I want to read your paper!
http://www.literarymama.com/colu...mns/
midlifemama
Oh, hugs to anon. Both of you.
And PK, I hope counseling goes well.
Kristen, I hope Fun Daddy tells the kids, when he gets home, just how hurtful something like that song can be. I mean, what if you and he started singing something like that about one of your kids--the others would feel horrible, wouldn't they? I honestly think kids think their parents are indestructible and that their feelings don't get hurt. I know I used to think that about my mom, figuring nothing I could say to her would hurt, since she was MOM OF THE UNIVERSE (apologies to Phantom, our HOTU).
No whines, yet, but I wanted to give hugs to the two anons. There is a period of my life that if anyone where to resurface, I would feel very, very ill from having to deal with too many painful memories.
Oh, anon, I'm sorry, too. It's like it's always happening, there in the back of my mind, and like that has poisoned every small piece of me, so that I ruin everyone I come too close to.
It might get lesser, from time to other, but it never really goes away. I remember some but not all anniversary dates, and I've never decided which is worse.
Stupid unchangeable pasts.
I am counting the days until we can move out of our apartment(52). I am seriously sick of the guys living upstairs no matter how many times we go up to them and complain about the noise(or have the landlord send them letters) they just don't get it, they think it's perfectly fine to be blasting the TV, video games, music or whatnot at all hours.
The problem with this lies in the fact that my boyfriend is not yet entirely convinced we should move and I am dead set on moving. The landlords don't ask wether we want to renew our lease until the beginning of March and there also aren't yet any actual apartment postings for April, when we'd(well I'd) need to move. So I have 4 more weeks of waiting and discussion before this matter can be settled. I hate not knowing how this is going to work out. I'm so sick of apartment living, but we just not ready to buy yet and all of it is so aggravating!
Hugs to all the anons today. Stupid motherfireplacing unchangeable pasts, indeed.
A student sent me an email late last night to let me know that the short story on reserve, which we're to discuss tomorrow, is missing the last few pages, which means that I have to go all the way to campus today and drop off another copy at the library and still at least half the students will claim they tried to read it before this morning and never knew there was a problem blah blah blah. I can't decide whether it's worth a couple of hours of my day to attempt to fix the problem or whether I should just send out a broadcast email saying "yeah, whatever. we'll do something else in class tomorrow, so don't bother trying to read."
Votes and hugs to anon (both of y'all) and PK.
My minor whine: Snow. But no snow day. Both Posh Place (MM's pre-school) and Nearby U are open today.
More minor whine: Nearby U is not all that nearby and I only have one class today. If it weren't for the fact that this is my Biology class (taught by a woman who fits right in here at the pixie party, who I introduced to Josephine Tey and who loves Harry Potter and has come up with excellent theories re: #6), I'd skip it.
First, big hugs to the anons. Y'all, I'm just sorry.
And also to P_K. I've done dumb stuff like that too. It's never easy, at all.
There is no sleeping in my house these days. Mr. Mac is working on moot court brief (and hence, so am I). Little Miss S seems to have something of the "2-year molar" stage going on in the back of her mouth. Oh, and I'm under the effects of yet another sinus issue (brought on, I believe, by the dry heat and dry air). So sleep? Who needs it. I got three hours, pieced together, last night.
Antiwhine: It's going to be approaching 60 degrees here today (it's already in the mid-40's). I kept Little Miss S out of school today, so that we can play on the swings in the back yard, take a big walk, and let her take a VERY big nap. Hopefully that will put things back in some semblance of order.
You know, there's nothing to make a bad situation seem better like a warm, sunny day. 
((anons))
I have no idea who either one of you could be, nor does it matter. I'm sending my supportive thoughts to you. Someone very close to me had horrible things happen to them, and it changed their life. And the lives of those who love them. I'm so sorry.
Whoever you are, you have bloggy buddies abounding.
Jeez, anon(s), so sorry for your struggles with this. Someone very near and dear to me was assaulted as a child for years. There's nothing I can do to help her now (although I would like to reach back into her past and strangle the person who hurt her), except tell her I love her, and listen if she wants to talk about it.
So, here's a bloggy hug, and a round of applause for you for keeping on keeping on.
Hugs to all with painful memories. I don't know if I have the right words, but I want to recognize your bravery in getting through every day, and especially the anniversaries.
Ditto to P_K, you are brave for getting through every day of this very difficult present.
And to Jeni, sympathy on the endless nausea. And please be more careful about those drunk guys in dark streets, ya know? Yeah, you know.
Empathy to Kristen -- I also have been told "Daddy is more fun." And yes, the presents. Let's hope there is chocolate involved.
Votes for Mykal and elsewhere for home-moving uncertainty. I hate that unsettled feeling!
Hugs to all the hurting Pixies!
My whines are fairly inconsequential. I hate my job. Still. And I'm plannning a big event right now and it's giving me serious anxiety. I hope to not have this job when this event takes place so I'm feeling a little guilty about it. Oh the anxiety...it makes my heart race and my tummy feel icky.
Antiwhine: I potentially have two job interviews coming up soon.
Hugs to both the anons, and to everyone else who has read their words and is nodding along silently at home. I suspect there are a lot of people here who know about stupid unchangeable pasts.
My (hopefully) minor whine: swooshing in my ear. Since last night, whenever it's quiet, I hear a pulse-like sound in my left ear. Google says "pulsatile tinitus" with causes ranging from congestion, stress, hardening of the arteries, and tumors (rare) to, of course, chips implanted during childhood vaccinations so They can track us. I'll see where sudafed gets me, but if it persists Google claims I'll need MRI. Geez.
((anons)) I'm sorry...
My child is sick again. Primo has yet another sinus infection, this one manifesting with a 102F fever that left him huddled on the couch, whimpering, "My head hurts, ow ow ow." He didn't care when I said "No TV," and he fell asleep at 4pm and pretty much slept through to bedtime, got up long enough to pee, and collapsed straight into bed. No dinner.
I hate seeing him this sick and not being able to make it better.
I also, selfishly, awfully, bad-motherly need to whine that his timing stinks, because in my new effort to Do Things For My Brain, I'd lined up a babysitter so I can go see the founder of Sequentia perform Beowulf with a Saxon harp, and if he's not better by tomorrow, we'll have to cancel. The reviews of this performance are amazing, and part of my Campaign for Self is getting time to indulge my need for grownup literature and music, which always gets back-burnered to children's needs or husband's career needs.
Whine #1: Me too with the Christmas decorations. I finally boxed everything but the tree ornaments Monday because:
Whine #2: My mom emailed Monday to announce they would be using the Obscura bed-and-breakfast next Sunday and Tuesday on the way to and from arranging for repairs to the house they own and rent out in the Buckle of the Bible Belt. I have a sh!tload of stuff to do this week (kid's birthday, kid's orchestra concert, Valentine Ball) and I really don't have time to de-Christmas and deep clean, which I do b/c my sibs don't and my mom trash-talks about it, and I don't feel like knowing she'd be doing that about me, too. Remind me to tell ya sometime about the time I cleaned for a visit from her while the whole family was dealing with what we found out later was shigalosis, and then she (wisely) decided not to stay with us. So anyway, I've got to seriously clean house when I really don't have time to. A spit and a promise won't do.
Proxy Whine for #1-Son: Yesterday was his 16th birthday. Did he get to celebrate it? No, because Daughter had 6:15 pm call for an orchestra concert last night. Instead, during school he and Mom went to an appointment with the get-you-into-college counselor, where he found out that he might as well write that I'm-a-great-person essay that he wasn't gonna to get into Honors Society because he's going to be writing quite a few of them in the next couple of years.
He also found out he needed to be doing volunteer work, getting a part-time job, participating in other school clubs like Key Club and the math and science Honors Societies rather than Gaming Club, and that the time he did get to spend on teh Internets should be used to make sure the major he currently wants will lead to a career he wants, decide how far away from home he wants to go to school, do preliminary research on schools at that distance known for that major so that he can visit them during school holidays, and oh by the way take the online practice ACT, the real one of which most kids at his school take 3 times, just like they take the PSAT twice and the SAT at least twice. He left that office a very disgruntled camper, let me tell you. But at least I was happy, because I've been telling him this for a year and he's been ignoring me.
In my defense about his lack of birthday celebrating, we are doing it only one day late. He got to pick a restaurant and what kind of cake he wants, and he got to pick what I cooked for dinner last night, too. AND his father ran all over town last weekend to find the Nintendo DS he wants that nobody has had since well before Christmas (except for Coral Pink, or bundled with a little kids' game.)
Major hugs for the anons and anybody else silently dealing with a debilitating past. Your bravery has me in awe.
Oh, why don't I tell my mom to use a hotel? 1) She's not seen these grandkids since last fall or maybe last summer, 2) She's dealing with arthritis and my stepdad's health and job issues and needs any break she can grab, 3) She lays on a mean guilt trip.
Health whines for me: I've been having somewhat minor chest pains all week, and now my right arm is feeling weak and my armpit is tender. I'm freaking out, but I have a VERY intense Dr. phobia and can't bring my self to go. I keep telling myself I'm only 27 and I'm sure it's nothing, but I still can't find the courage to research doctors and insurance coverage and deal. :-(
Additional minor whine: The post office has decided I no longer exist. They return all my mail to sender as "addressee unknown". I've called the post office twice and all I've gotten is "we're looking into it", but still no mail as of yet.
Hugs for the anons.
Whine: I'm exhausted from all this crying. Yesterday, I cried so much that my eyes feel hollow.
My Dad's back in ICU. I just got home from my Grandmother's funeral. And we have to find somewhere else to live for the next week, or maybe two weeks, while they tear up the floors and half the walls in my basement suite, after the hot water heater burst.
I didn't find out that last fact (well, I knew about the hot water heater, but I didn't know how bad it was) until I got off the airplane yesterday. Mr. QWP told me, and that's when I finally broke down, after all the emergency rooms and ambulances and intensive care wards of the weekend. All I wanted, after all that stress, was to go home. And I have no home, for the next week. Two, if they decide that the kitchen and bathroom cabinets need replacing.
Anti-whine 1: I got to sleep in my own bed last night. That made a huge difference.
Anti-whine 2: My dad's strengthening, and the doctors are really optimistic.
Anti-whine 3: I have the best. fireplacing. landlords on earth. They have been doing everything for us. And I'm glad that they called the insurance company and are getting everything fixed properly. No black mold and carpet mushrooms for us, and they are fighting the insurance company to pay for a hotel for us. (They can't afford it themselves -- they're recent immigrants to Canada who took in renters so that they could afford to own a house.) If the hotel stuff doesn't work out, we have good friends who have a room for us, and there are ways in which that would be the preferable option (homecooked meals, access to laundry).
Anti-whine 4: None of our possessions got damaged. Seriously, before we left, we somehow managed to take everything off the floor. Our only casualties are a single book, a final exam that I'm re-marking (whoops) and the cover of one of my Simon and Garfunkel records. Normally, I end up leaving a stupid amount of valuables touching the floor. Like my computer.
Anti-whine 5: Wherever we go, we've already paid to go to a nice resort hotel up-Island for the weekend. We're going to a conference, and the place is beachfront and has a swimming pool and cardio room and squash courts. I think I'll be skipping several of the sessions and relaxing. That will be the perfect break, right in the middle of all this.
Hugs to all the anons, and to the QWP who deserves a break.
My whines seem fairly minor by comparison. But that's what Wednesday whining is for, right?
My dad is having surgery on his back today. Fingers and everything crossed for him.
I gave a presentation yesterday over the phone, and got zero feedback -- no questions, comments, anything.
COLD weather. And our house has a major heat gradient, so either it's freezing downstairs or the bedroom is stifling. Or both.
Is it still Wednesday in America? Is it cheating if it is already Thursday here?
Whine:
Racist coworkers who refer to "KO-ree-ans" as "those people who act like heebs". Can I write that on a comment? Delete if it offends. Wish I could have deleted it before it came out of his mouth.
Another coworker- white- who calls her fiance from Ghana "her lil n!#@" (racist? you be the judge)
And yet another coworker, who is angry at me for being angry at them about saying those things...
What's with all the North American racists and their apologist pals in Ko-REE-Ya? It's makin us whiteys look real bad up in here!
Whine: My sister whines on here but I can't get her online to chat with me! Sister!! Download instant messenger, please! I miss you!
Yes, we are a blogging family. Rev Dr Mom, Woman Warrior, and me.
Hugs to the many pixies with serious whines - anon, PK, QWP!
I will echo wolfa's weather whine (-30 several days in a row!), though I (antiwhine+whine) haven't really been outside to notice because I've been sick with a gross head-filled-with-snot cold. Grrr. I so cannot afford to be unproductive this week, and yet I have no choice. Why do I get sick at the most inopportune times?
Anti-whine: neighbour brought over a carepackage with food and good (low-key) activities. I am very happy we moved out here to be nearer to them.
Now if only my body would cooperate and get better...
Hugs to the anons and an additional vote to QoWP.
Antiwhine: I'm on the mend, as is Mr. Trillwing.
Whine: Lucas got over his head and chest cold and now is going extra innings with his first ear infection.
Whine: Six weeks after moving into our rental house, and I still have major unpacking to do. My parents arrive for a visit on Friday evening. Figuring in my mommy and job duties, that gives me approximately three hours to unpack several boxes and clean the entire house.
Woman Warrior, I don't even know what that first one means! Yikes!
Many hugs to all the anons. (((())))
Also (((P_K))).
Debangel, that doesn't sound good (not that I'm a doctor; I mean it in a general OW kind of way). I'm sending hot tea, chicken soup, and steam your way. We call them dust buffaloes when they get really big (sounds better than bunnies, and you can herd them).
My little whines: 62F indoors = unhappy houseplants and unhappy me. Work = stress. Motivation = gone. Sigh.
Woman Warrior, I don't know how you stand it. I would scratch my own eyes out in that atmosphere.
Woman Warrior, I'm with Yankee. I have a hard time being diplomatic when people are being bigot jerkstores.
Late-breaking whine: Do pregnant women always have a terrible taste in their respective mouths? It's like 1 part metal to 3 parts disgustingness. It doesn't help the nausea.
Late-breaking antiwhine: JF Scientist just emailed me with a bunch of fun articles on OTC remedies for morning sickness. Yay bloggy friends!
I'm totally whiny today - I have a cold.
I found myself yelling at my husband this morning, "You're just going to happily skip off to work while I stay here with this huge cold and DON'T FEEL GOOD and I have to run YOUR dry cleaning and get gas and groceries and fill prescriptions and clean the house because the kids have comoany coming and YOUR BBQ CRAP is all over the front and it RAINED last night so everything's wet and it's totally NOT fair because you're not going to HELP ME.
I called him while he was on the road to tell him that he forgot to take the recycling out like I asked and he's SO going to hell but at least he's taking a terrible husband award with him.
"And don't say you're sorry because if you cared you would HELP ME and stop forgetting things."
Guess I better blog this, eh?
I only had time to quickly scan the preceeding whines. ((((anons))))
My whine, appropriately, is that I have no time. NO. TIME. Am in so over my head, I haven't checked my bloglines account, by which I live and breathe, in six days. I have unread e-mails, unopened mails, unreturned phone calls, and the boys are clamouring for my attention. The house is a wreck and we're washing dishes by hand. By hand! The bosses want to know why the projects aren't getting done, and it's because they keep shovelling new stuff on top of the old stuff I can't get to. I've had to pee since 10 am and I chose to whine in my spare minute (between chews on the sandwich I literally ran across the street to get) rather than relieve my bladder.
Something's gotta give soon, and when it does, it ain't gonna be pretty!
We have been told that we are in the Flood Plane and must have the appropriate home owner's insurance. Prices for such range from $1000 + per year. About three times our policy premium right now. Is my house really 3x more likely to be damaged by a flood than by fire (considering I cook every day)? F'in stupid. 55 year old house - never a flood. At it's closest point, the little stream is more than 20 yards from my home (which sits on a slab and higher than the stream). Some say this is as a result of new cookie cutter, McMansions recently built near-by and more concrete than grass - which means more water run off. How about they chip in for my flood insurance?
Hugs to all the hurting pixies today, especially the anons and PK and QWP...
No whines for me today, except to agree with wolfa that several days of fireplacing -30 temperatures is several days too many. I'm tired of shivering. End of whine.
Anti-whine: the acupuncture seems to be working - not miraculously clearing the headache pain, but reducing it significantly enough that I actually didn't use an icepak on my head last night!
AJ had her first dental appointment today. 5 cavities. FIVE! All between her teeth. Two need to be filled right away and the rest probably next time she's in for a cleaning.
How can I have failed so miserably at taking care of my child's teeth?
Also, Baby E's ImmunoCAP RAST blood test was negative for everything. Even overall IgE. I don't know how that's even possible . . . her reactions have to be IgE-regulated, with the way she gets rashes, swelling, stomach pain, itching etc. within minutes of digestion. But a lot of them probably also aren't IgE regulated.
Anyway, all that means the test isn't going to do us a bit of good in figuring out what foods do or don't bother Baby E.
And it's a bit crazy-making, too.
I wonder what the allergist will say.
I feel like I've done a lot of whining on my own blog lately...but here's some more:
My six-year old son's school suggested we talk with his ped. about possibly having him evaluated for some issues regarding his behavior/eating habits etc. and when I saw his ped. yesterday she threw about scary words like ADD/OCD, Asperger's, depression, etc. and now I feel like the bottom has dropped out of my world. Of course this was just an informal coversation but I still feel awful and confused about what to do next. Sigh.
Anti-whine: I'm not drowning my woes in chocolate but in these:
http://www.pinoygrocery.com/sn-4...m/sn-
40102.html
My God are they good!
Hugs and love for all the anons out there, posting or lurking.
PK, I really don't know how you manage dealing with this allergy-craziness! plus cavities and husbands!
whine: my new job still hasn't told me what my salary will be, which is crucial to know when we think about moving this spring/summer
whine: i still have The Worst Cold Ever, which has made me a foggy, cranky mess for way too many days. okay, three days.
whine: I'm the crankiest mean mom ever these days, also. and I know it, yet am powerless to stop it while I'm feeling this icky.
whine: i'm hungry, yet don't want to eat any of the food we have in this house.
P_K, definitely talk to the allergist before you get too crazy about those results. We once had a test done on Snuggly Girl and were told it was "negative" and at a later appointment with a specialist she pointed out that it was not negative but useless -- which our ped and the children's hospital staff had not noticed.
Also -- the teeth -- don't blame yourself too much. It may be the way her teeth are made. I have a ton of cavities between my teeth and as an adult was finally told that the tooth buds never really sealed properly. Some teeth are just bad. Be glad you caught this in her baby teeth, and find out if you can get sealants applied. Snuggly Girl got sealants on all her baby molars and we are now going in for repeated visits to seal the adult molars as they soon as they emerge to prevent her from having my mouthful of trouble.
Sending you hugs and guilt-reduction vibes.
No whines for me this week. Although I certainly wouldn't mind if the weather warmed up 10 or 15 degrees.
Hugs to all the whining pixies, and big votes for anon(s), QoWP, P_K, and Aliki.
Here's a song for several of us pixies, as discussed elsewhere (out yourselves if you wish, ladies). It's not all about me -- I don't have a baby, so really my excuses are more limited. But it fit the song so well. And even the famous polyamorous blogger with initials after her name has copped to this problem lately!
Oh I can't find that feeling anymore
I've forgotten what my girly parts are for
It seems as if we're never going to soar
And nightlife is a bore, forever
And even as I breastfeed
Not a bit of skin's in sight
'Cause I keep my nipples covered
On a cold, dark winter's night
And it's gone on longer than I ever thought it might
Oh I can't find that feeling anymore
I've forgotten what my girly parts are for
Milk's not all my boobs are for
And I know you'd like to score
But, Honey, I can't find that feeling anymore
*wolf whistles* and swaying lighters for Madeleine
Madeleine! Woo! Sing it!
Huzzah! style award for Madeleine.
Sympathies to anons, Aliki, P-K, Camera Obscura, and Dani.
Yay Sue for your anti-whine! My anti-whine is that I've seen the chiropractor twice, the second time in the middle of a migraine, and what he did reduced the pain and light sensitivity considerably. It was also validating to hear him say (after looking at the X-rays and examining me) that it's not a question of whether I have a migraine, it's when, because I'm constantly on the verge of them b/c of how everything is structured -- I've been feeling that way and it's been making me crazy.
votes for the anons, QWP, and PK. also everyone with parents, children, sickness in the household, dentists, and/or jobs.
style votes for YT, kristen, and the fabulous madeleine!
antiwhines: son moved to his own place! a household with 5 guys, 3 sofas, one table and one chair, a first dinner menu that consisted of 5 pizzas and tuna salad, and no shower curtain! [i swear, this has been very entertaining in some respects.] husband has been a busy bee transforming the newly vacated room into a guest room + his little den.
whines: everyone sick. cat furball barf. cat eating plastic tape off of boxes, so she can barf more. other cat poopy mess. legal stuff with son going on. not sleeping well.
antiwhine: even though son has been around frequently with the specific intent to annoy me [one example: recording some screaming original punk rock piece from hell at full blast], he has also been really sweet with thanks and just wanting to talk. and he has questions for me! "where do you buy a shower curtain?" "is $2 too much for a dozen eggs?" stuff i can answer! i feel so competent.
WW, I have to ask. How do KO-ree-ans act like Heebs? Do they have the devil horns, too, or just are obsessed with money? Or maybe they killed some other messiah? I can imagine you might want to be killing them and not asking them, but I am so curious.
My sympathies to all the anons, and to the sicky people, too, because I hate being sick.
You know, I didn't even pick up on what "heebs" meant in that context. But I'm laughing out loud at "Or maybe they killed some other messiah?"
oh, i forgot to vote for WW! hope she is getting combat pay for dealing with that kind of fireplacingness.
WW, a good response (that I've occasionally used to satisfyingly humiliating effect) to that kind of crap is, "How old are you? Good God, I didn't know anyone born in the past century still talked like that. You did get the memo?"
Late (sort of) whine -- I just got an email from my landlord saying that the rent check (mailed last week) hasn't arrived.
Either she'll find it today or I'll have to pay $60 and stop payment -- so this shouldn't be huge. But I have better things to do with $60; and I don't enjoy looking like someone who doesn't pay rent, you know?
Wolfa? Maybe they, too, consume the blood of babies in their infamous drinking parties?
Mad props for "some other messiah." Seriously LOL here
Wow, style votes to Madeline, and votes to PK, QoWP, WW.
And votes to the anons and to others in their situation.
Wolfa -- some other messiah is teh brilliant!
Or maybe they killed some other messiah?
He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy.
We seriously miss you around here, dude. Seriously.
I finally made it for Wednesday whining! It only took 6 weeks or so!
Anons, I'm so sorry. That is awful.
I'm tired, that is my whine. I also sympathize with Not So Little Sister's whine, the hating her job part. I hate mine too, and I can't stand the thought of going back. I'm not sure what I'll do at the end of my maternity leave, because I don't think my mental health can tolerate going back to the office. Sigh.
No whines for me today, but extra hugs and mugs of hot chocolate for all the anons!
Oh, anons. I'm so sorry.
On a bright note, I have no whines about animal or human bodily fluids this week, but I will tell you this story:
We've been bringing our big dog, Sam, upstairs at night (successfully avoiding his use of the indoors as the outdoors, by hearing him whine or get restless in the early morning). The other night I got up to use the bathroom in the wee hours. When I came back into the room, Sam had cut a major fart, and boy did he look pleased with himself! He had all four legs in the air and was whapping his tail against the floor for all he was worth!
I held my nose and crept into bed, whispering to my dear husband about what had happened.
Sleepily my love murmured, "He's a gas giant."
also, vote for j.f. scientist, for the esteemed pixie housekeeping award:
"We call them dust buffaloes when they get really big (sounds better than bunnies, and you can herd them)."
although, songbird's beloved has me dissolved on the floor with his ode to a beloved pet: "He's a gas giant."
what could be more fun than working on taxes while one of the kids causes a very messy, poop-filled toilet to overflow?
which of course leaks through the floor and drips through the ceiling below.
just saying. evenings around here are really fun.
Oh, my. I just had time to read through all the whines, and where else in the blogosphere could I be moved to tears and made to LMAO all in the same thread! Hooray for the pixies who make me laugh and hugs to all the pixies having a difficult time.
I don't really have a whine for myself today, but perhaps I can whine for a couple of my parishioners by just saying "Cancer sucks!"
LOL at "Brian's Mom"'s comment.
Anti-whine: UNC 79, Duke 73.
dang, timna has taxes, fluids, and household emergencies of the expensive PLUS disgusting kind, all in one neat package.
Substance vote for the anonymi.
Style and another waving lighter for Madeline!
And timna has to get some kind of density (as distinct from denseness) award for packing so much action-packed variety into such a short whine.
Thanks, everyone. The appointment today went fairly well, I think. We got to have dinner afterwards, which was nice. At the one and only restaurant--a Sweet salad bar place--that seems like a relatively okay option allergy-wise.
Except that the only thing that seemed relatively safe to eat was a plain baked potato with some kosher salt for me to sprinkle on it.
Even the salad was suspect: although washed with plain water, it was prepared on surfaces and with instruments treated with--you guessed it--corn-derived disinfectant.
And when I got home there was only a smidge left of the dinner I had cooked for the kids and babysitter. That spaghetti squash recipe is one magical thing, to turn detested squash into the dish that's always scraped clean.
I'm hungry. And we ate all the leftovers in the fridge for dinner last night.
I just got an e-mail saying that a kid in Baby E's class on Sunday had RSV. It was the earlier class, but still.
Timna needs the concentrated whine award. QoWP needs a When it rains it pours" award.
Kai needs some kind of award for becoming nonexistent.
And I noticed that there weren't many "remembering what it's all about" entries this week, so because I really need something ELSE to whine about (not!) I'll contribute this:
Eitheen months. Sixteen teeth, some with four points apiece. Two nipples. One chomping jaw.
Add it all together and you get one mommy who is getting rather sick of this nursing thing. But Baby E's allergies rather preclude weaning.
Wow, I guess I was really whiny this week. Thanks so much for providing a place to dump it all, Phantom.
A last, late entry, which is that my crazy abusive sister, who has not said a single pleasant or even neutral word to me in well over a month, is apparently even worse to my little sister, who she is calling a slut and a whore. I am finally, and for the first time ever, the person she is *nicest* to, which shows how bad she is being.
Apparently she wants to move out of the city, and when it's suggested that she cannot (a) keep a job or (b) make food for herself or (c) clean the microwave, maybe she should start with living on her own in the city, but she disdains those "stupid baby steps".
You ask: how would she move out without a job, money, or any friends? We do not know! But it would be so nice.
Whine the two: haloscan doesn't like this comment.
Late late entry, but I'm bringing the bodily fluids:
Angry Boy threw up not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES last night. Wheeeee.
Between him and ALB, the husband and I estimate we got, at most, 4 hours of sleep last night in less than 1.5-hour stretches.
I repeat, Wheeeeeeee.
Oh, sorry about the bodily fluids and no sleep, APL!!
Your nom de pixie above made me crack up.
And mega-votes for timna.
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