Welcome to the Commenting Pixie Party!
With apologies to Napoleon XIV
Remember when the washer broke
and I got on my knees
and begged it not to
quit because I'd go berserk?? Well...
it broke down anyhow and then
my clothes got worse and worse
and now you see
I've run completely out of my underwear.. And..
They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa
To the laundromat. Where clothes are washable all the time and I'll be
happy to see those nice machines with their shiny coinslots and they're
coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!!!!
Oops. Except they’re not. I have to go to the Laundromat myself, which means booking a Flexcar, since the nearest one is a mile away. And of course, all of this is taking place while I have my nose to the grindstone on a project involving three elephant folios that aren’t easily transported.
I personally would recommend some Nutella as a topping for that banana bread.
I'll be back tomorrow with my whines.
And Phantom, I've got the rum right here. You want it straight, or cut with coca-cola?
May I recommend banana bread pudding with rum sauce? Yes? Good. Banana bread pudding is the best kind of bread pudding, and rum sauce, it is delicious. I've been tempted to make a banana bread just so I could bread pudding it. I am even more tempted now.
Whining to commence later, once I'm done drooling over the idea of banana bread pudding. Oh, and a mini whine that Fox thinks it's a good idea to preempt House for even more American fucking Idol. People will watch your other shows, if they have any idea when they're going to be aired.
Yumm, banana bread. I have several large bottles of very nice rum, never opened, from a coworker of M's who somehow got it into her head that we like rum. I'll trade it all for the bread...
Whine: there is no banana bread *or* rum in my house. Sheesh. Who stocks the kitchen around here, anyway?
Oh, right: I do.
I am unable to find enough time in the day or night to work on my thesis.
I am growing concerned.
My whine is that I don't have homemade banana bread in my house, and no hope of having any!
At sweater class tonight, I realized I'd decreased my neckline decreases on the front halves of my sweater on the wrong side, thanks to me being a little too literal and reading a little too much into the elipses of the pattern. I have to rip both halves back about 15 rows and re-do.
ARGH.
And sewing up. Set in sleeves. Why did anyone invent a set-in sleeve when there's a perfectly good way to do an entire sweater in the round and never sew a darned seam? What was wrong with yokes and raglans that our thrice bedratted ancestors had to invent SEAMS and SLEEVE CAPS?
And I second the whine about AMerican Idol. I could not care less about it, but it is preempting both House and Bones, which I care a great deal more for. If that makes me a sad, pathetic TV addict (and yes, I beleive it does), I'll accept that...
There was at least two hours of hysterical toddler crying today because we had the gall to a) require Miss M to pick up her Little People (about 15% of the crap on the floor) and b) require her to go to bed and c) refuse to give "dessert" after snacks (this happens every day, though).
I don't know if I have the fortitude to deal with this until she outgrows it. And then again two years from now.
Did I mention it's vacation week? Today should have been a school day. Although, to be fair, all the hysterics were when she would have been with me anyway.
And I ate my last mini Three Musketeers yesterday. I must go forage for something sweet. I bought Nutella to make cookies that I saw on a Food Network show but my grocery foray did not uncover hazelnuts, so no cookies tomorrow.
Wow, I am super whiny and it's not even Wednesday yet. I should probably go to bed...once I unload the dishwasher, fold the laundry, and box the baby clothes we are moving to a relative's attic tomorrow.
Sigh.
I defend my thesis Friday, and I am both unmotivated to prepare and terrified.
My advisor is out of town and her last email to me didn't answer my questions or provide useful guidance.
I have to decide Right Now whether I am going to spend spring locked in my office trying to pass our Ph.D. qualifying exams, or have decent quality of life (at risk of failing to get the Ph.D.).
I am not getting work done, spontaneously bursting into tears throughout the day, and dont like who I am here. Oh, and I am really mourning my alone-ness these days, as I try to sort through these challenges.
I know that in many ways I am very blessed, but sometimes it is hard.
(I would love to take you and the Pixies up on the banana bread, Rum & Coke, and Nutella. I wish this party was less virtual).
Anti-whine (of sorts): I'm so whiny I've actually been moved to blog - so I could whine even more!
Whine: we came home from a trip to the in-law's to find the frig dead in a puddle of...well, who knows what.
Whine: My husband helped measure for the new frig - repeatedly (that 28" depth ain't changin' dear...)
Whine: I brought my husband frig shopping with me...so:
Whine: wound up spending twice as much as I planned on the new frig
Whine: our crappy kitchen has only a small spot for the frig - tough to buy in a world of Robo-Frigs
Anti-whine: the new frig has a water thing and an ice thing - both inside the frig, but still...
Whine: the plumber probably can't come til the weekend to hook the tube to a water source
Anti-whine: We have a really extensive assortment of ice cube trays ready to celebrate actual cold
Anti-whine: the new frig is an Energy Star (although: excuse me, Feds - who the hell gets power for 8c/kwh??)
Whine: we've had 3+ weeks of below-freezing weather, but when I need the freakin' garage to be cold and hold our food, the temp goes to 50.
Whine: the new frig can't be a side-by-side in the little spot
Anti-whine: the side-by-side would've cost even! more! than this one
Anti-whine: the new frig has almost six! more! cubic! feet! of space! Woohoo!!!
Anti-whine: the new frig cost marginally less than our 8 new snow tires - and it should last longer (please God!)
Um...you have banana bread!?! Oh, man...once I have eggs....woof!
Anti-whine: I am knitting again!!! Mr. S. lost his scarf, so I'm knitting one for him. It's made out of the yarn that I used to make half a sweater for him 10 years ago.
Whine: My shoulders, upper arms, and neck are hurting from the unaccustomed exercise. I'd forgotten that knitting uses different muscles than typing.
Anti-whine: Almost 7 inches done in one afternoon!
Whine: Knitting is lowering the amount of commenting I'm able to do. This is 2007, shouldn't we have grown an extra set of arms by now?
Greetings all. I can't have the gluten in teh banana bread, but I can have the rum. Oh wait - that will worsen my headache. Never mind. I'll have water. ~sigh~
Whine #1. My husband woke up last night with a dangerously low blood sugar. He had the presence of mind to reach over and touch my arm to wake me. I could see he was sweaty and shaky, so I got some juice into him quickly and he was okay. He's a fairly stable diabetic, so this doesn't happen very often, thankfully.
The whiny part is that in May I'm going on a conference for 5 nights. I get completely excited about the trip until I start to think about what happens if hubby's sugar drops and I'm not here???? What if he falls down when he's transferring to his wheelchair?
The tickets are paid for, so I'm going on the trip, and he's entirely supportive. Am I going to worry away a terrific con-ed opportunity?
Whine #2. What the heck is up with these brillo pad hairs on my chin anyway? I swear, they remind me of that scene in "The Fly" where Geena notices this coarse black hair on Jeff's back and then he turns into a big housefly.
whine and anti-whine in one: I only realized this afternoon that possibly, the reason I stayed up tossing and turning in bed until 3 last night was not some deep-seated psychological problem, but the 16 oz. of coffee I drank around 4 p.m.
Whine:I have been sick for over 10 days. Cold/flu thing. But still working on and off. Yes I'm going to the doctor, maybe.
Whine:Rory goes in for surgery tomorrow. She has a really bad bunion- she was born with it. I am freaking out over my child being under general. Them messing up the growth plate in her foot and disfiguring it worse than it is. And the needles that will go into her sweet flesh. Pray that I will be a grown-up until I am out her sight. I know it's so minor compared to many children's health problems. It's two nights in a hospital and 12 weeks on crutches. It's doable. But I am still scared.
Anti-whine:Niece who is at the center of a custody dispute has seen or talked to us once a week for the last 4 weeks. I don't expect it to last, but I am appreciative.
Rum, banana bread for everyone.
Antiwhine: My blog came back! Thought it was a gonner, but my blog came back. Guess it couldn't stay away. Moron Monday will resume, starting next... uh... what day did I used to do that?
Whine: Why is it that my son doesn't wet at night when he's wearing pullups, but lets flow like the Nile in springtime when he's wearing underpants? Why is that? More to the point, why do I ever put him to bed in underpants? Is it because I'm stupid? Because, I would totally believe that.
Antiwhine: 200 pages done on the never-ending YA novel!
Whine: 200 pages is INSIGNIFICANT, compared with the power of the Dark Side, or with the fact that if this novel really is never-ending (and I suspect it is), page numbers are meaningless. That's 200 out of infinity! Only infinity more to go!
Okay, here's the real whine. But first, an anti-whine: there's a job opening that might be just right for me!
The whine is that I haven't updated my resume or filled out a job app in almost 10 years and the effort is making me so anxious that I've been faintly nauseated all day.
Also, I don't have contact info on half my old supervisors.
Also, what if I *get* the job but they want me to start before the school year is over???
Whine: Lucas is apparently entering those terrible twos seven months early. We get tantrum after tantrum after tantrum. And he's taken to throwing anything he can get his little hands on into the garbage can--which means garbage but also, oh, toys and Mr. Trillwing's socks. I'm glad he's fastidious, but really. . .socks?
Plus, Luke's figured out how to open the sliding screen door to the backyard, and it was 70+ degrees on Saturday, so we had the glass door open and the screen door closed. I woke up from a nap and asked Mr. Trillwing where Lucas was. In the backyard. By himself. Thank god there are good gates and the nastiest thing in the yard right now is dog poop. But still--did I need something else to worry about? No, I did not.
Whine the second: Meetings are taking over my workday. I'm usually productive at work despite the endless meetings, but today I accomplished NOTHING and the rest of the week is looking similarly promising.
Good luck to redzils and Julie with the thesis defense and the writing. Been there, done that, and it's damn hard.
I'm up at 4am. Why? One breast is beyond engorged and making it impossible to sleep. I swear it feels like an aching brick on my chest that only sort-of moves with me.
I start therapy tomorrow. I'm overly concerned she will think I'm crazy.
My cats are peeing/pooping in the house at an alarming rate due to the snow on the ground. I am ready to kill them!
Anti-whine: I have shiny new appliances.
Wow thanks for opening the whining early! It's still Wednesday here. The banana bread sounds really yummy.
My whine is a week old. Last Thursday I had a horrible meeting at work. A known bully decided to rip into me in a big steering committee. He usually does it to someone, but it's my first time for a while. So I dealt with it pretty well in the meeting, managed to calm him down in a quick discussion after the meeting without any emotional outbursts, but spent the next half hour crying in the toilets and walking outside to calm down.
I thought I was over it, went to my next meeting, where my boss (who had been there) sympathised with me about the last meeting. It set me off, and I ended up bursting into tears in front of him. He was very nice about it, and doesn't seem to have changed his view of my professionalism, but I still cringe inside every time I think about it.
Caused by lack of sleep and progesterone poising - although I only realised that afterwards.
The antiwhine is that my boss gave me a huge bunch of flowers to take home.
But the extra whine is that every time I look at them I remember how embarassed I am!
My whine is a family whine, which started at 3:48 a.m., when Curious Girl awoke and cried for me. I popped into her room, said I needed to use the bathroom, asked if she wanted to come, she said no, and was calm and quiet until I came back. As I climbed into her bed, she started crying. "No, Mama! I want my pillow to be in the CORNER! put your arm down first, like we did last night!" We had a short conversation about her need to have her little pillow in the "corner" of my body last night, with some tears, but I couldn't remember exactly what sleeping position we used to resolve it. CG grew increasingly adamant about what my arm should be doing, but her illustrations were all pretty much impossible for me to do, and she got more hysterical, "I just don't know what I know what I want!" I tried having her illustrate with a stuffed animal, I tried offering alternatives, and nothing worked. Finally I said I was going to sleep, I turned my head, and CG wailed that she was LONELY b/c she couldn't see my face. So then Politica got up, after half an hour, and scooped up CG and calmed her down. This irritated me (which is ureasonable, but it was now 4:15 and I was a bit tired and peckish). I'll skip the petty conversation I initiated, and then Politica slept with CG while I went back to our bed.
But then I couldn't sleep. So at 4:45, I got up and went downstairs to make tea and do my grading (since another whine: I'm still not finished grading papers I've had for 2 weeks). But CG heard the tea timer go off and got scared I was leaving the house, so she cried more and Politica sent her downstairs.
We had a small snack, and then CG said she had a stomach ache (probably fatigue, so I suggested she rest on the couch in the room by the kitchen, where she could see me, while I graded 2 papers. Then we could have breakfast.)
Antiwhine: she fell asleep! So now I have graded 5 papers, and have only one left. I may be exhausted in class tonight, but I will have plenty of time to go over the rest of the stack, even out my grades, and generally get organized.
But back to the whine: I have no idea how I am supposed to figure out what CG means by "corner" at 4 a.m. Someday, she'll sleep through the night by herself, and I'm sure I"ll miss the sweet snuggliness of helping her sleep. But this little phase of "put your arm down first! no, not like that, like this! no, not that either! Wah! Wah!" is definitely NOT what I'm going to miss.
I guess the giant whine for the week is that I'm considering shutting down the blog. I'm still on the fence, but it makes me sad and whiny either way.
In other whines, 1) running a conference tomorrow and Friday. Should be fine. 2) haven't heard from advisor about dissertation defense. Could the final chapter be that bad? 3) really wish I could take a sabbatical or something and get my head together.
In anti-whines, I may have another job offer in a couple of weeks. I got a call from the person who would be my boss to please not accept any other jobs because they're really interested, but it's only fair to see the other candidates. I'm really uncertain about this job, not because it wouldn't be a great job, but because it would change my career trajectory quite a bit.
In other, non-career-related whines, I'm on a serious diet. I've cut my calories to 1200/day and I'm working out 4 days a week. I've been doing this in earnest for a whole week and a half. I haven't lost a single pound. I hope that will change soon or I'm gonna be depressed. I'll take some virtual banana bread anyway. 
Huge, all-consuming whine that has taken over all my coherent thoughts. My Church has betrayed me yet again. Sold me down the river. Pretty much said I don't matter. And I'm getting in deeper. Honestly, I don't get it. I'm questioning everything. And I thought I was done questioning everything. Why would God call me to be a priest in this fireplacing mess, I ask you?
I don't have the energy to tell you all the details, but the media is covering the Anglican Primates meeting, so you may see it in the NYT, Newsweek and other places. Otherwise, it's on my blog. Meh.
Whine of Unending Despair: I'm at 12 weeks, people. That, according to all the baby books, means The End of Hurling.
However, my body scoff at this notion of "keeping down food" or "making it through a 55 minute lecture". Apparently, that was SO last season.
Whine of the Opressive Boot of the Patriarchy: When I asked my pharmacist about OTC anti-nausea meds, she replied, "You are a woman. You're pregnant. You are upposed to feel terrible." Grrrr....
I'll take some virtual rum and banana bread, please!
I vote for Marie. It's going to be a tough Lent. Hugs and blessings.
Despite whining hugely at my blog, I have no substantive whines, so I will whine on behalf of my sister: Three kids. Husband. Sister. All strep. All around. Eldest kid has sinus infection and scary asthma symptoms on top of it.
Hugs to Julie and redzils, with their grad school whines. And to Laura and Susan and Marie and everyone else too.
I've got a fairly petty little whine, really. I quit my dissertation awhile back but it's been difficult for me to figure out how to write about it on my blog, for a bunch of reasons. I've talked about it with a bunch of people and had some really wonderful discussions, but I haven't managed to blog about it, even though I think I have some things to say on this decision that could be valuable. So on Monday I got myself to at least begin to write about the diss and some of the other issues, mostly saying that I would write posts soon on the point. And I got some nice supportive comments, but also a few anonymous comments that reminded me of one reason I'd avoided writing that post: it's going to freak some people way the hell out to hear that it's possible to quit a dissertation. Seriously, a commenter told me "dissertate or die!"
A junior faculty member in my department sent out an email over the winter break announcing that she was leaving academia and going to do environmental lobbying work. At the end of her message, she said something to the effect of "If you're interested in celebrating my decision with me and offering support to me, I'd love to talk with you." I'm so sad that I work in a profession where that sort of caveat is actually totally, totally necessary. Because academics, much as I love them, are freaking lunatics.
My whine is that I'm here in the Northeast, when I was supposed to be on vacation in Florida with our family.
Sunday was one of our family's dearest friend's wedding. In Florida. He introduced Neighbor Guy and me, back in grad school about twelve years ago. He's known Neighbor Guy since they were 6. Neighbor Guy was the best man.
We were supposed to leave Friday.
On Thursday night Neighbor Girl started throwing up. We tried to change tickets, but since it is Feb vacation week here, they were totally sold out.
So, tearfully, Neighbor Guy decided to take Neighbor Boy (2yo) with him to Florida, leaving me and Neighbor Girl here. Would have been the first night away from NBoy for me. ever.
Friday, they got to the airport, and cancelled my and Neighbor Girl's flights in time to get credit for them. And waited. And waited. Only to be told that Jetblue had cancelled their flight. Then they waited in a huge line to try and rebook onto sold out flights. Meanwhile, from home, I got Neighbor Guy a ticket on an 11pm flight the next day, getting in in the middle of the night before the wedding day.
No ticket for Neighbor Boy could be found.
By this time, my stomach was feeling awful, too.
So, everyone returned home, and waited. Neighbor Guy decided to switch to an earlier flight out--he waited interminably on the phone and got lucky with one seat opening up--which turned out to be lucky, since his 11pm flight was cancelled by the next morning!
Anti-whine: He got to go to the wedding! He got to see one of closest friends get married and give the toast he worked on 6 versions of. He says it was beautiful and our friend and his new wife (who we also love) looked SO happy!!!
Whine: The rest of us didn't get to go and see our dear friend get married. I still tear up thinking about having missed it. Also, I had a really awsome dress--one of the first really awesome dresses I have ever bought--for the wedding, and new shoes, which never excite me but did this time. They are silver. Not a lot of use for them other than fancy occasions. Of which I have seen approximately one since having kids. Our vacation was cancelled, and now we are stuck in the Northeast on vacation week, and I have come down with a milder version of Neighbor Girl's thing, which Neighbor Guy says is stress, but I don't think it is.
Though it could be.
But that doesn't make it more fun.
Wah!
Thanks, Phantom, I've wanted it to be Wednesday since Friday!
And Scrivener,
I'm so sorry for the lunatics in academia. I've run across a few myself.
I saw a couple of comments on your blog that just made me cringe.
Please know that there are lots of us, some of whom used to be and/or still are academics who totally support you whatever your decision.
Also, dreams change as life changes. Sometimes the old dreams no longer fit, and are replaced by new and updated and different dreams-- just as wonderful, or even better. At least, that's what I've found. Hang in there!
Dissertate or die?!?!?!?!? Geez, Scrivener, I'm so very sorry you are getting that kind of crap. On your own blog, even.
Neighbor Lady, that really sucks that you missed the wedding and are now stuck in the cold, cold north.
Anti-whine: My boyfriend and I finally agreed on a new apartment to move too! I'll be less than 2 miles from work, I can bike or walk to work. I will be 5 minutes away from work (as apposed to spending 2 hours a day commuting).
Whine: We have to move. I hate moving. To make matters worse we only have a few friends in the area that might not be around to help us move. I don't want to spend the money and frustration on movers, but I don't want the two of us to have to move all our stuff ourselves either.
Whine: I stress needlessly about things. I have an excellent rental history, no credit problems. But having to "apply" for the new apartment still scares me. There is no reason for us to not get accepted but I'm still worried about it.
Whine: I've been working as basically support staff for a few projects since January. I understand ocassionly you just have to get down to work and do boring boring stuff that is way below you sometimes. But I just got promoted and I have spent the last two months filling out paperwork that anyone could do. From what I can tell there is no end in sight.
Anti-whine: I did talk to my boss about this yesterday. She didn't realize there was so little potential for me to be doing anything worthwhile on these projects and is going to look around to switching project resources so I can do something worthy of my degree and job title.
Oh hugs to Scrivener and all those with the cloud of "dissertate or die" hanging over them. I too can't blog about my dissertation--perhaps if I were to make the final decision to quit it I would have some closure. For now it's like an infection I cannot shake. If one more person says to me, "so, how's that dissertation coming?" I will take the sad manuscript and shove it up their noses.
Anti-whine: It's Wednesday and it looks like we might make it through the week having spent only $66 on groceries this past weekend. This experiment is being run as a way for us to figure out a) why we spend so much on groceries in the first place and b) can we cut our budget and spend less on food (you'd think we could, given how little both kids actually consume on a daily basis).
The husband had a temp of 102 yesterday afternoon/last night and felt sick to his stomach.
(First whine related to that)
Which meant he had to lie down flat on his back (for some reason).
Which meant that when he began to snore (as he always does when he lies down flat on his back), I couldn't do what I normally do and ask him to roll on his side.
Which meant I couldn't fall asleep in my own bed.
Which meant I "slept" on the couch last night.
(Second whine related to that)
Which meant that I had ALB duty for any and all nightwakings.
Which meant that I was up again at 10:30 after having just fed him and put him to bed at 9.
Which meant that I was up at 11:50.
Which meant that I was up at 2:20.
Which meant that I was up at 3:15.
Which meant that I was up at 4:50.
Which meant that I finally gave up and woke up for good when ALB started howling again at 6:15.
(And here's the biggie)
Which means I am in a horrible mood today ("mood" can't even begin to describe whatever the hell it is I'm in) and cannot for the life of me figure out why I did something as stupid as have two kids when things were going so well with just the one.
Which means, of course, that I'm feeling like the World's Worst Mother Who Needs to be Taken Out Back and Shot for thinking these things.
Scrivener, I wish I'd seen those comments because I would have told them to go to hell. Quitting a dissertation or leaving academia is a big decision and people do it for all kinds of reasons. I think some people who tell you just to push through and do it or else you're a loser actually kind of wish they'd had a broader life experience than just living the life of the mind. When I was writing about dissertating and lamenting the time it takes away from the family, someone actually said my kids would thank me for finishing, that it was more important than my spending time with them. I thought, what, are you crazy?
Atrios, whom some of you may know as one of the most prolific political bloggers out there, was a professor here for a couple of years and just up and quit because he realized he didn't like teaching and academia. There's someone here who still refers to him as the unemployed economist, despite the fact that he has a "real" job and the blog, which makes him almost as much money as the job.
I think there are just some people who are academic purists and feel that if you start something, you should finish, life be damned. And you must follow a certain career trajectory or else. I don't plan on teaching with my Ph.D. and in fact, turned down a teaching job. People think I'm crazy. I think I'm smarter than they are. For the record, Scriv, I think you're a great guy, smart, caring, thoughtful. I think for most people, that matters more than 3 letters after your name.
Phantom, thanks for the soap box and pixies, thanks for the patience.
Oh, you probably don't want to get me started on whining, but.....
I'm taking somewhere between 20-29 people on a weekend mission trip this weekend. Why such vague numbers? a) students are freakin' flakin' out on me! I'm going, I'm not, I'm going, I'm not. Never mind that we have to pay for these reservations! b) the agency we're working with is really sorry but she double booked us and we're sharing space with a bunch of high schoolers. Let's think about how many ways in which under grads and grads and high school kids sharing a weekend is going to suck. c) because they double booked and have all these high school kids coming, they don't know if they have room for all of us. ARGH.
I have a job interview Sunday-Monday, with a red eye Monday night to get back Tuesday morning, and I'm less and less excited about the job, but the tickets are purchased and there's no backing out.
I'm still coughing enough to wake myself up.
My stomach feels funny.
It's Ash Wednesday, which means a solid 14 hour work day today.
I'm planning an event next week, and trying to be really really organized, because it's sort of big, and the caterer lost our order.
My sage feed is messed up.
Anti-whine: I bought a Clergy Barbie Doll,and her outfit matches mine today.
Votes for Scrivener and Marie.
Coolness votes for ppb.
Detente between Phantom and her sister = good.
Detente between me and My Love = ouch.
Votes for everyone without rum and a style vote to the person who whined to the "Cat Came Back" song.
Wisdom teeth whines for me. The pain of them cutting in is near constant. I need to get them out, but the mere thought of calling a dentist causes a full blown anxiety attack.
Pass the rum.
I'm going to jump up on that soapbox with Laura. When I saw the comments on Scriv's blog, I thought, "What's up with all the haters? Project much?" I was pissed. Since some of us knew about Scriv's decision from this here whinefest, ages ago, I forgot that he never actually said something on his blog.
I can see why.
What a bunch of assholes. It's YOUR fireplacing life, and I'd much rather you be happy daddy teacher Scrivener than dreadful life-sucks stressed-out angry dad Scrivener, which is where your diss was leading you, I think.
I will admit to wanting you to finish for my own selfish reasons: I wanted to read it. Also, I wanted you to stay in academia so I could have an "in" at the cool table.
But if you stay in academia at the ABD level, teaching private high school or community college or whatever the hell, then good on you. And if not, good on you.
Whine background: Yesterday I made plane reservations to visit friends in Texas at the end of March. I was fine until I got to the part where you choose your seat. Just imagining actually being on the plane converted me into a sweaty, heart-pounding mess. But I did it. And now I'm feeling the manic side of the panic because I. Can't. Wait. To. Get. On. That. Plane. Yeah!
Whine: Clearly, I need serious professional help.
Anti-whine: My friends have promised to meet me at the gate with a wheelchair and an IV margarita drip.
Closing trivia: Tomorrow is - I swear - National Margarita Day.
A myriad of small whines from me today.
Whine of the first part: sick. Blah. Day one of what feels like a mother of a chest cold.
Whine of the second part: this search for quality daycare, now entering it's eighth week, is making me a little testy. It amazes me in a suburb where you can't swing a dead cat without hitting a family with young kids that I can't find decent, affordable, nearby child care. Gah.
Whine of the third part: someone is using my blog name. And it's not me. And I'm feeling surprisingly territorial over it.
Whine of the fourth part: I decided to stay home from work today (see whine of the first part) but it's the day that the whole crew is home. Would have been quieter and more restful to go to work.
Whine of the fifth part, because now that I've started I'm having trouble putting it back in the box, inspired by Laura above: the same eight weeks I've been fruitlessly searching for childcare, I've been working with concentrated effort and much denial of my favourite foods to lose the 10 lbs hanging on after the miscarriage in November. Eight solid weeks of trying harder to lose weight than I ever have before, and I've lost a stunning three pounds. Feh.
Okay, I think I'm done...
Boy, am I ever sorry that I wasn't looking at comments on Scrivener's blog, because I would have happily added to the "go to hell" chorus.
Like ppb, my stomach feels funny. It's felt funny since yesterday afternoon. Not terrible -- just funny.
I wish it didn't.
Vote to APL for the sleep issues.
Laura, I didn't comment on your post because all I could think to say was "Wahhhhh! Another friend shutting down her blog? Nooooooooo!!!!!!" But on the weight-loss issue, well, OK, I know it's been awhile since I saw you, but I have to ask WHERE DO YOU HAVE ANY WEIGHT TO LOSE??????
(Seriously, pixies, she is the teeny-tiniest.)
APL, been there, done that. Hugs. I promise that someday it won't seem like it was such a terrible idea.
Scriv, people like that are Exhibit A on why academia isn't always worth the sacrifices it demands from the people who pursue it.
Jeni, I was nauseous for four months with my first pregnancy. Sorry to say. I hope it ends for you soon.
Madeleine, ouch is right.
Susan, my mouth is twitching a little bit. I'm just waiting for the night I have something similar going on with Baby Blue. Lately she's been going back to sleep as soon as I crawl into bed with her, but my luck can't hold out forever...
Marie, hugs. And hugs for everyone all around!
Thank goodness for Wednesday Whining. I don't always post, but I can't live without it.
Scrivener: Good for you, that's all I can say. Haters be damned. They can have academia. I don't want to go into too much detail in a public place, but, man, I'd like to find an easier road as well. Currently I'm living with the "golden handcuffs" and they're chafing big time.
I have a silly minor whine, but it's a silly minor problem that has defined my life. At the moment I have 10 or so small tasks to complete today: bills, post office, write part of a proposal for work (I'm on sabbatical), etc., etc. Because they're all small, and all irritating, I'm completely immobilized. I can't do anything! I can't even make a list at the moment.
Thanks, Phantom! I put off the nightmare for five more minutes...
Redzils, been there; you have all my sympathy.
Jeni, down with the patriarchy! Oh. my. goodness. What a lame-o response. I suppose we're supposed to die in childbirth too.
Kai, the only way I could bear to get mine out was that drug that makes you forget the whole thing! Someday I'll have to thank whomever invented it.
Scrivener: especially since I plan to run away from academia at speed, with or possibly without a dissertation, I say they can definitely go fireplace themselves.
Marie, that whole thing is just terrible. It's a disgrace.
Dani, here's some long-distance sympathy for childcare woes. I just found out how much it costs here and I about fainted.
Phantom, you have my vote for the un-hungriest-child award!
Hugs to everyone. I've got some 151 here; I'll just pour a little into that rum sauce, shall I?
Laura and Danigirl, remember to drink lots of water and eat breakfast. It's been shown that eating breakfast helps you lose weight, because your body's not panicking that IT'S STARVING! and holding on fast to the emergency fat stores.
Votes for Laura, Scrivener, Neighborlady, APL, and Susan.
Oh, and votes for Marie and Jeni.
Phantom, I know, I know, there's not much to lose, but I gained 15 pounds writing the dissertation. I did a lot of sitting on my butt! Now my clothes are tight. Once I've lost some weight, I plan to continue working out and eat a more normal amount of calories.
liz, I could definitely use more water, but I've been eating breakfast every day--raisin nut bran or kashi waffles--yum!
Votes for Marie and Scriv. Why must people be such jerks? And to APL, 'cause, man, I've been there, too. Sign me up for the Worst Mother award. Esp. since the Wild Boy was up at 4am this morning, for good. (And that's not even my whine!)
For my whine, I have to start with an anti-whine. I started the anti-depressants about 3 weeks ago, and they seem to be doing well. Aside from a little jitters, I'm much more functional.
In all senses of the word. So my whine: the return of the fully functional menstrual cycle. After 8 months of mostly blissful non-period, I get my freakin' period. Is this some sort of depression Catch-22 where I feel emotionally miserable, but I get to skip PMS? And then once I start to feel a little better, BOOM with the cramps and the evil crankiness? I guess this is the female equivalent of all those guys who took anti-baldness drugs in hopes of getting laid, and then ended up impotent. Heh.
Well, I'll take the dysfunctional sister award right back away from Phantom.
So, other than a brief detente last Friday (when my second cousin came to dinner, and so I assume my sister was playing nice for her -- we discussed theme songs to 80s shows, especially TVOntario ones: does anyone remember 'Dear Aunt Agnes' or 'Doctor Snuggles'? though of course I've youtubed them), my sister has not said a pleasant word to me in two months. Literally. Usually it's only about 90% nasty.
But in any case, by some miracle, I have been ignoring her instead of getting angry, or being nasty back. Big miracle. However, she is getting worse (I would say my mother doesn't speak to her at all a few days a week), and it's driving her nuts that I am not blowing up, so she is getting nastier and nastier (also, saying the nasty things louder, which is somehow just weird). It is becoming less easy for me. But gosh, it's been nice not blowing up at her. I'm not sure what will happen in the future.
In other news, I am actually considering the whole "going on antidepressants" thing again. Okay, I've been considering it for a year or so, and avoiding it because of the 12 or so I've tried, each of them has had such bad side effects that I could not live with them, and I suspect me plus SSRI = bad news. Also, of course, I hate my GP, so where would I get these antidepressants from? And I want to get insurance soon, with that "future insurability" rider, and it would make my life way easier if I didn't go on antidepressants until *after*. But on the other hand, my life isn't easy now anyhow (though not for any good set of reasons), and I'm pretty non-functional, so what's the point? And on the gripping hand (sf is so useful: gripping hand sounds less stupid than third hand, though maybe not if you've not read the book), I am not entirely convinced I don't deserve to feel this way (see, depression and self-sabotage).
Whine 2(?): I didn't make the banana bread.
Whatever. Off to get coffee now. Or hot chocolate. Or *both*.
votes for scrivener, neighbor lady, marie, APL. hugs for lisa. style vote for jane dark.
whine: whole list of projects that need to get done NOW, including 2 big written things. it's all moving at a horribly plodding pace. wake up at 3 or 4 a.m. with my heart pounding; but then i sit at my computer all day and not much happens.
antiwhine: some stuff on the list is small, and if i can cross a few things off today i'll feel accomplished.
whine: son is making me really anxious. i know and believe i have to stand back and let him work his stuff out, but.... he is crabby. he says his first paycheck this month was only $50. [??] his license is now officially suspended for at least 30 days -- it takes 1.5 to 2 hours each direction for him to commute to work by bus/train. drove him to his place the other night, and the neighborhood is scary -- bars on windows, clusters of kids on unlit sidewalks, police car a block or 2 away -- looks like a crime scene waiting to happen, right down to the corner market next door that may as well have a "rob me" sign in the window.
he wouldn't let me come up to see the inside -- said he was afraid my car would be stolen [although the real reason may have been more like, he suspected his roomies were smoking dope and drinking -- ideal for a kid who just got popped for a DUI]. sigh.
antiwhine: one of my good sisters got a job offer and will probably move back to the area!
please pass the banana bread.
Coffee machine is broken. Sheesh.
Votes for Jeni and Marie.
Jane Dark for style.
And to Scrivener's commenter, I didn't realise that writing (and, presumably, completing) a dissertation made you immortal.
wolfa -- that situation with your evil sister sounds really hard. not engaging is the way to go -- it is kind of funny from long-distance that she just gets louder and meaner, but not real fun to live it. xoxo [i have an evil one, too.]
Wolfa, any prize I win is yours for that brilliant dart about a dissertation conferring immortality.
And a vote for you re: your sister and the injustice of a broken coffee machine.
I was just being silly with my whine; though it is vexing, and two days later, I've heard nothing from the landlord or manager.
Dittos on the American Idol whine: With a second if she was here from Daughter, and thirds from my Ps if they were here. It's been fun that Steven Fry was on Bones, 'cause I could say to Daughter, "You see him? Believe it or not, for a while he and Hugh Laurie were the funniest comedy team in Britain." I figured she'd think I was outta my gourd, but she said she could see it. I gotta go see if anybody's YouTubed Jeeves and Wooster.
Whine of some consequence: Like Daughter (from whom I caught it) it is going to take two full weeks for me to get rid of this cold, but unlike Daughter mine settled in my chest, which means two full weeks of no exercise when I'm both trying to lose weight and make the "100 miles by April 1" meme. The cold meds are suppressing my appetite, but man is going back to the Y gonna hurt....
Worser and worser, said Alice: #2-Son (the autistic) came down w/ the d@mn cold Sunday night. I've got him on cold meds and Zicam, and so far it's stayed in his nose, and on the mild side. I check his gaze every morning when he comes downstairs, because when he gets that "the lights are on but nobody's home" gaze, there's no point in sending him to school. So far so good.
We seem to be picking up this cold one person every 10 days, and each keeping it 2 full weeks. With 5 people in the household, that's... 50, 55 days of illness we'll have to endure in this house from one freakin' rhinovirus. Offer up wishes / prayers to your favorite deity that nobody brings us a second bug while we're fighting off this one, and better yet that Hubs and #1-Son avoid catching it.
Geez! These whines are making me reconsider my desire to enter academia. Are people really this crazy? Although I don't know why I'm surprised, because lawyers are equally crazy, so maybe it's everyone.
I don't have much in the way of whining, except that I keep stressing about work, even though I'm on maternity leave until mid-May. I keep thinking about having to go back, and then I feel sick to my stomach and can't sleep. I tell myself that I'm being stupid because I have a ton of time before I have to even think about it, but it keeps flooding my mind anyway. Plus, my work friends will call and complain for half an hour about how awful work is, and then I REALLY can't stop thinking about it.
Maybe it is the lack of sleep that is contributing to it? I don't know.
Also, I know that 8 weeks out is early for me to be thinking that I'd have lost all the pregnancy weight, but I feel so frumpy! I have 10-12 pounds to lose, and they don't seem to be budging. Sigh.
Hey, wow, a lot of other Bones fans. I am ashamed to admit how into that show I have become; it is, after all, not a very good show. (But it -- and House -- has been renewed for 07-08.)
No whines here this week! But, I have to say there has been some excellent whines today.
Antiwhine the 1: We move on Monday! I can't wait to move into my new house! Wohoo!
Antiwhine the 2: I got another job offer today! The job that I want! I'm sooooo excited!
Small, baby whine: I'm nervous about telling my current employer I'm leaving. Gah.
Whine of excessive trivialness:
I am sooooo very very tired that I don't think I am going to make to the only TV I allow myself/can find time to watch at this point.
I might be able to take a nap after the kiddos go to bed and before the show comes on, but I fear that that might just make it hard for me go to sleep for real.
Of course, we do live in the age of technology and I suppose I could tape the show and watch it tomorrow. But, really, it isn't the same.
Whine: just had a parent ambush me, and tell me that I was negligent because her daughter got hurt at school yesterday, and I didn't report it.
Rebuttal: the child has a track record of lying, and got tripped up when she revealed to her mother under questioning that no, she in fact DID NOT tell me about any such instance. I am firmly convinced that the child injured herself and lied to get someone else in trouble. She's just that sneaky.
Anti-whine: my employer got a new Web security system, and it allows blogs through! Hooray! I can read blogs again.
Antiwhnie the second: At least the child didn't lie on ME and accuse me of being the person that hurt her.
Oh -- and I'm another Bones fan, too. No, it's not exactly Masterpiece Theater, but it's entertaining enough.
Additional whine because Haloscan ate my first one.
Real whine: cranky, cranky, cranky! Probably due to the extra hormones I keep injecting into my poor, bruised, sore tummy. But very cranky. And tired. And apparently my ovaries are as tired and sluggish as the rest of me. I'm so cranky I can't even vote, but I'm sure everyone is most deserving.
Antiwhine: it's sunny and 80 degrees here today.
A vote for kathy a, Scrivener, and KLee.
I also want to vote for my left breast because it is now the size of a good sized grapefruit. I am 1/2 porn star.
Hugs all around today. And a punch in the head to the commenters that tried to make Scrivener feel bad about making a healthy decision.
Big old anti-whine: I'm home! While they're still working on parts of my apartment, we can live here while they're doing the rest of the work. I'm warm, I've slept in my own bed, and I have clean laundry. Bliss.
Whine: a.) I asked my Mom if Dad's health was improving, and she paused and could only say "I don't know."
b.) Mom's hardly eating and sleeping, because of the stress of being the only one taking care of Dad.
c.) Things are also going crazy with friends of mine, in terms of their health.
And so, I'm having a week of being frustrated that I live so far away from my family and friends.
Anti-whine: It's probably for the best that I'm not there, because if I was back home, I'd run myself ragged taking care of everyone else. Here, I can take care of myself.
NSLS! Congrats! Woo-hoo!
KLee, that is really icky. I'm glad it turned out OK on cross-examination.
Esperanze, from what I've read those hormone injections are entirely to blame. So sorry.
HL, sorry to hear you've got the back-to-work worrying-in-advance blues. That stinks. Also {assvice warning} many women can't lose those last 10 lbs until they stop breastfeeding. So don't beat yourself up about it. If you're feeling frumpy, you might be cheered up by some nice looking nursing tops that show off your assets.
Votes for Laura, Scrivener, Neighborlady, APL, Susan, Marie, Jeni, Wolfa. Votes all around, too.
For the dieters: Here's what I've found in my WW frenzy of over 14 lbs gone since Jan. 9. I have to eat. I have to space it out, and eat, and drink loads of water, and eat. I am eating as much now as before I started down the WW road, but just different foods - much more healthy, etc. Of course, when you're 60 lbs from your goal, it's very easy to lose the first little bit. So take my advice for what it's worth.
In a related antiwhine: I had to buy a dress for Barrister's Ball (aka Law School Prom) this Saturday. On a whim, I went into the REGULAR Talbot's rather than the Talbot's woman. While it took the largest size in the store, and it still needs control-top, I have a dress that is a regular size for the first time since Little Miss S was born.
Whine: I'd really like a big greasy burger with onion rings. 
And the biggest of antiwhines: they took my aunt off her ventilator today (see this post in my blog), and she revived and is somewhat communicative. We still aren't sure how long we have with her, but it looks like my trip down will be for a *visit* rather than a *funeral*. At least for now.
That is all. Back to damnbar studying. Oh yeah, I'm taking the damnbar in July. Scriv - never say 'never' when it comes to walking away. You never know when something will pull you back in.....
no whines today. just came by to hear all the backstories that aren't on the blogs until much later! this is such a friendlier place to start saying things aloud.
cheers to all who need.
Hugs to everyone but especially APL. I have those icky feelings every day, except usually I want to exchange the toddler for a goldfish and keep the baby. Or trade them both in for 6 straight hours of sleep.
My whine is that after a night shortened by screaming and drama (see whine from last night) and a morning full of activity, Miss M is NOT!napping! I probably was a total hazard on the road home from our family playdate to keep her awake. She's exhausted. If she doesn't sleep now, she'll probably need to go to bed at 6:30. But yet there is only chatter from the bedroom instead of the sound of silence.
I am thoroughly pissed at the world.
Thanks for all the kind words here and in comments on my blog. Since I announced quitting the diss here first, last semester, and then put up that earlier whine, I thought I should let y'all know that I have written the final chapter of my dissertation narrative and it's up on my blog now.
Votes for Neighbor Lady (so sorry you had to miss the wedding!), Scriv, Laura, Susan (how aggravating!), Laura V, Madeleine (with wishes for improvement), DaniGirl, Kate, wolfa, halloweenlover (if I gave assvice, would it add to the stress? if so, I won't), KLee, ccs, QoWP.
Boos to Jeni's unfeeling pharmacist!
APL, the just-going-back-to-work part is the worst. Hang on. It'll get better -- you'll get more of a routine, ALB will sleep better (maybe not through the night, but not with a gazillion wakings), it'll be better. I feel for you.
Cheers for NSLS's new job!
Style points for Jane Dark and rachel!
ppb, I am utterly curious about a Clergy Barbie Doll.
small whine: so many kids have not yet RSVP'd for J's bday party that is this weekend! Time to start emailing and calling people - sigh.
Antiwhine: looking forward to the Narnia bday party, and most things we need have been assembled (including a refrigerator box for the wardrobe, which we finally got today). I need to make snowflakes tonight, and come up with scavenger hunt clues and/or theme (I have the objects to hide: White Witch's wand, box of Turkish Delight, Lucy's cordial bottle, Susan's horn, etc.). I have a big Narnia map so perhaps should tie the hunt to the map somehow. I have fun doing these things - engages my creativity in a good way.
Whine: DH is somewhat depressed. But I think it's getting a bit better. It's up and down.
Even BIGGER antiwhine - just got a call from a headhunter who is placing me on a temp gig at a company in their - GET THIS - legal department!!! Law-related job anyone???
Late-breaking antiwhine 1: You guys rock my socks off! Would you like some homemade granola?
Late-breaking antiwhine 2: Matt made an awesome frittata, then wrote a tear inducingly funny post about it. I love that man.
Update on my whine about the child who I suspected injured herself and got her mother all in a froth --
After many questions, and many changes to the child's story, the end result of the matter is: the child WAS NOT injured at school. No school personnel were notified of said injury because IT DID NOT HAPPEN. It turns out that the child was attempting to rifle through another child's bookbag at her ***fter-school daycare***, when the bookbag's owner caught her, and yanked the bag away. My student was injured accidentally in the scuffle. The child lied to her mother, lied to her teachers, lied to the administration....that story went through so many permutations that it's darn near impossible to keep them straight.
And the mother came up to the school frothing at the mouth over something that her daughter, in effect, made up. Yes, she was injured, but that was about all of her story that was true. It didn't happen *when* she said it did, it didn't happen *where* she said it did, and it didn't happen *how* she said it did. I don't normally wish bad things on people, but I sure hope her mama feels foolish, and that child gets her butt beat.
I'm just glad that our names are cleared.
A small whine from me:
I decided about a month ago to not work as many hours; this allows me to spend more time with my kids, blah, blah, blah, and I'm not sending my daughter to the home day care she'd been attending 2 days a week. Of course, now it's all Mommy, all the time, and I have to admit it's more mentally and physically daunting than I had thought it would be. Essentially it means 13-hour child care shifts every day, with work at night and only slight reprieves on weekends. I guess I'd been spoiled with those small breaks for work!
Anti-whine: My son has gone back to preschool after being off since last Monday! Woo-hoo! Good for him and for me. Even if it makes me a bad mommy to admit it....
KLee - is there any sort of repercussions for this kid's actions? There ought to be, as her dishonesty led directly to a lot of administrative bunkety-boo at your school, and a lot of fretting as well.
Hugs to Esperanza - the drugs are evil. BTDT. The bloating, the brusing, the ricocheting emotions - it's a bad scene. My sympathies!
NSLS - hurray for a new house and a job offer!
APL - hugs to you, sister. It gets better, I promise. (Truth: then it gets worse. And then better. And then worse. Two is way much harder than one, especially when you're working.)
I'll be back to keep reading (and voting) later...
"Pee Story" (with apologies to Andy Williams)
Where do I begin to tell the story
Of how bad a night can be
The whining story that is older than the sea
The simple truth about the cat that bothers me
Where do I start
Late the other night,
While waking from a hot flash guaranteed to burn
And leave me sweating I smelled something not quite right
The pillow damp beneath me had a certain scent
Of old cat pee.
Of old cat pee, how long may we have slept
On this damn thing? I can’t believe that I
Could sleep on it, and never know
But maybe it’s the one my husband tossed away
Left on the floor, right in the damn cat’s way
I walk in my room
She's always there
How long will this last
The cat is 12 years old and many more to live
I have no answers now
But I would gladly give
This cat to anyone who wants to let her live
But she’ll be here.
APL, redzils, Scrivener all get my vote. APL, sleep deprivation is absolutely the worst. It can make a person crazy.
oy, songbird! two, two, two fluids in one whine!
and ccw -- her left breast lament deserves a prize. maybe an icepack. anything but a hug.
klee -- wow. what a nightmare. i wonder what is going on with that child, because something's not right. guess i also wonder about mom's reaction [froth first, get facts later]. and even when you get down to it, the scuffle was caused by the kid not respecting someone else's stuff. is it possible for the school to recommend some kind of assessment?
I don't know who to vote for, because there are so many worthy whines.
Whine: Never-ending sickness among self and family members.
Anti-whine: 50 degrees and sunny.
Dear World,
Today I tore off one of my toenails on my front left foot. It hurt!!! There was blood (not too much), and my mom (you call her Songbird) said she felt faint or something.
My human brother used to work at the vet's office, and he cleaned my boo-boo. He had to give me a little foot hair trim, which I DID NOT LIKE, but he was gentle.
Now I am wearing a bandage and a sock. I got the first bandage off, but my mom (who did not faint after all) put on another one, and then the sock.
The sock FEELS ridiculous and looks FOOLISH!!
I'm going to the vet in the morning and tell them what I think about it. This boo-boo totally ruined my fun time at the park, running around in the snow with Sam and our friends.
Not so happily,
Molly
Kathy A and DMD both inquired about my student -- will there be any repercussions? The answer is: I surely hope so. the issue no longer resides with the classroom teachers; it is in the purview of the administration. I really hope there is a major consequence that she'll be give, because it wasn't just her that was injured in this little scenario of hers -- my name was tarnished, as well as that of another staff member, AND the child alao laid some blame at the feet of two seperate children in my class, and then finally on a child at her daycare. None of the people she mentioned were involved. Granted, I was only mentioned as being negligent, as was the other staff member, but still.
And, to top it all off, the child was *thrilled* with all of the attention she was getting from this. She was even harder to deal with today than normal, and she was only here half the day.
Keep in mind that this is the child who stole out of my purse a few weeks ago. Oh, the mother had time to come up to the school all in a huff because "someone laid hands on her child", but she's nowhere to be found when the administration wants to talk to her about suspending her child for stealing and putting her hands around another student's throat!
I really hope that there are serious consequences for this child. I have already done all I can to keep her interaction with others to a minimum.
Bring on the assvice, folks, I need all the help I can get.
KLee, that is OUTRAGEOUS.
(( halloweenlover )) -- for the bad work calls, say you have to go. accept visits that come with food, and all offers of help. it is too darned early to be thinking of work problems. don't these people have any manners?
klee -- kids so young aren't so fireplaced up without something really bad going on, IMO. it could be some kind of mental distrubance; could be a seriously messed up family; if it is either or both of those, consequences for the young kid may not be a very effective response, standing alone. not your job to sort it out -- you have to keep the other kids safe. but it sure seems like something the school needs to be looking into. xoxo
Wow, it took a long time to read all those whines! Hugs to everyone, but all my votes go to Marie. Cause, yeah, that's my church, too, and it's not looking pretty these days. It makes me heartsick.
ppb, I've heard tales of clergy Barbie, but I've never seen on. Post a picture, would you?
Scrivener, I saw the comments on your blog but I was at work and didn't have a chance to comment. I'd like to whack a couple of those people upside the head with a clue-by-four. Bastards.
Halloweenlover, 10 pounds left after 8 weeks? That's friggin' miraculous. Give it some time.
I can speak from experience that dissertations, and all things related to dissertating, are the devil's spawn. I think we need a dissertation exorcism performed in the general vicinity of this pixie party.
Hey, PPB, has your blog gone private, or is it just glitching on you?
If it's the latter, sympathies, and votes, too--
I have many gripes.
45 days to defense and only 45 pages written. Dissertation, Stress, No period (58 days and counting)
, PMS, Anxiety, Crying, Depression, More Stress
(((halloweenlover))) Sorry Gabe isn't napping and that work is already a worry.
Your 10 pounds could be an anti-whine. I've got 20 left after 9 months plus a few Christmas cookie pounds.
Molly, clearly your mom needs to bring you a T-bone to soothe your ills.
And KLee, I'm glad your names were cleared, but that seriously sucks. I'm with Kathy A; maybe the school should look into the home situation?
And for everybody sans sleep, I'm wishing you some!
Do I have time for a last-minute post-script whine?
Tristan yakked four, count 'em FOUR times in his bed last night. And not once did he have the wherewithal to use the bucket so solicitously provided by his parents. Crikey, that's a lot of laundry. And getting woken up every three hours all night to change the sheets just made me want to cast another vote for APL...
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