Okay you know when you reach the point where you physically feel as if you're about to boil over? I am there! I have been there for the past few hours. I've put myself in a time-out & it doesn't seem to be helping. Hubby is out of town, kids are being fairly good but I am just done. Put a fork on me, I am done. I am ready to pack my bags and get in my car and drive away from it all (figuratively speaking). I am not really sure what is going on in my head but here are a few of my complaints:
Tired of the same day in/day out routine. I feel as if I have set my world to revolve around 1 two and half year old. I could go into the ins/outs of our typical day but I just can't... I just feel as if I got lost in the shuffle of 1 demanding & spoiled two year old.
Tired of this post-pregnancy body. You know when you just don't feel pretty... I am there and have been sitting here for oh about 1 year! I think the last time I felt okay with my appearance was at my friend Kim's wedding on 7/7/07.
Tired of being jealous...yup I am incredibly jealous of my husband and his ability to get away from it all & having a life of his own outside of this family. That little green monster gets the best of me when I am down in the dumps and I wish it wouldn't.
So there you go, a washed up mom's pent up angry spewing out on the page of her blog. I KNOW I should be appreciative of the time I have with my children and how it all such a blessing but EVERYONE gets sick of their own life and wants to step out or step back from it. I don't care who you are we all feel this way. I know I don't have 'readership' that comments so I know I won't feel any hate but in case you are out there and are ready to comment think twice because I am breathing fire right now!
Showing posts with label Rants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rants. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
To Hell & Back
I will make this short (I hope)....
I got Ryleigh's stomach bug on Tuesday. It was the worse stomach virus I've had ever. It was worse than the one a couple of months ago. Both ends, non-stop for 12 hours. My mom had come over in the morning to help with Ryleigh because she got sick again and I wanted to be able to shower. I was feeling pretty good. That all took a turn for the worse about noon. By 12:30 I had called Glenn to tell him to get his bottom home because I was going down a slippery slope. He complied with no complaints (thank goodness).
I stayed in my lair most of the day. My mom's plan was to leave at 3:30 but when she came knocking on my bedroom door I had to run and hurl. I think then, she realized I was down for the count and was incapable of taking care of Ryleigh. I've never experienced such gut wrenching pain on a constant level. I never slept in between bouts of sickness because I was in so much pain. Glenn made it home by 8 pm and my mom went back home. Poor gal, never thought she was going to be here all day (and of course she got struck with the bug on Wednesday).
I am starting to recover. I am exhausted and spend most of the time sleeping but I am keeping things down. Today was my first official day of eating but it's been very small amounts. I am just weak. Ry seems to be on the mend and Glenn seems to be surviving. I am trying to accomplish some laundry and de-germ our our home in between naps. It will be a long process but I am hoping by Monday I am back on my feet (as well as my entire family).
So there you have it. A 9 month pregnant woman's nightmare...
I got Ryleigh's stomach bug on Tuesday. It was the worse stomach virus I've had ever. It was worse than the one a couple of months ago. Both ends, non-stop for 12 hours. My mom had come over in the morning to help with Ryleigh because she got sick again and I wanted to be able to shower. I was feeling pretty good. That all took a turn for the worse about noon. By 12:30 I had called Glenn to tell him to get his bottom home because I was going down a slippery slope. He complied with no complaints (thank goodness).
I stayed in my lair most of the day. My mom's plan was to leave at 3:30 but when she came knocking on my bedroom door I had to run and hurl. I think then, she realized I was down for the count and was incapable of taking care of Ryleigh. I've never experienced such gut wrenching pain on a constant level. I never slept in between bouts of sickness because I was in so much pain. Glenn made it home by 8 pm and my mom went back home. Poor gal, never thought she was going to be here all day (and of course she got struck with the bug on Wednesday).
I am starting to recover. I am exhausted and spend most of the time sleeping but I am keeping things down. Today was my first official day of eating but it's been very small amounts. I am just weak. Ry seems to be on the mend and Glenn seems to be surviving. I am trying to accomplish some laundry and de-germ our our home in between naps. It will be a long process but I am hoping by Monday I am back on my feet (as well as my entire family).
So there you have it. A 9 month pregnant woman's nightmare...
Monday, February 4, 2008
Update...
Oh boy Oh boy... it's been fun. The rest of the day was lazy yesterday and I got her down before 9 pm. I got myself to bed early too (right after the Super Bowl - GO GIANTS!!!! - sorry Mer had to put that in).
About 12:30 am I heard Ryleigh crying. I went in.... and was hit with the smell and her coughing. I realized she got sick so I grabbed her to throw her over the toilet. I got her cleaned up and changed and into my bed while I assessed the situation in her crib. OH MY that was gross and we're down a feather pillow (unless someone has thoughts on how I can get that clean).
The cleanup took some time (Glenn left yesterday morning so no reinforcements). Before it was complete she started again... nothing got on my bed (the very important thing!). I cleaned her up and then slipped her into her crib after she calmed down. Then we had one small dry heave. Got that taken care of, her relaxed again and back in the crib. All was done by 2:45. Afterward I laid and prayed. I prayed that the smell of strawberry yogurt wouldn't make me sick, the Ry wouldn't get sick again so I could get some sleep... you know selfish things that God would surely respond to ASAP. I would like to report he did. Ryleigh slept through the night and I didn't get sick and actually slept till 7:30!
Made a doc appointment for all of those wondering. Won't be till this afternoon during her nap (yup, get to get her up). I stretched the truth to get her in... I said she was poking her ears so I was concerned about an ear infection (which she has done a little but I am not all that worried about it). Girls got to do what a girls got to do though. Whatever little bug Ry has she is having a hard time fighting it. I am a very pregnant woman who needs some reassurance since the DH is out of town (big shock!). Hopefully it's nothing much. My mom is on her way this morning to help me. At least I can shower and attempt to clean some more. Okay rambling...
About 12:30 am I heard Ryleigh crying. I went in.... and was hit with the smell and her coughing. I realized she got sick so I grabbed her to throw her over the toilet. I got her cleaned up and changed and into my bed while I assessed the situation in her crib. OH MY that was gross and we're down a feather pillow (unless someone has thoughts on how I can get that clean).
The cleanup took some time (Glenn left yesterday morning so no reinforcements). Before it was complete she started again... nothing got on my bed (the very important thing!). I cleaned her up and then slipped her into her crib after she calmed down. Then we had one small dry heave. Got that taken care of, her relaxed again and back in the crib. All was done by 2:45. Afterward I laid and prayed. I prayed that the smell of strawberry yogurt wouldn't make me sick, the Ry wouldn't get sick again so I could get some sleep... you know selfish things that God would surely respond to ASAP. I would like to report he did. Ryleigh slept through the night and I didn't get sick and actually slept till 7:30!
Made a doc appointment for all of those wondering. Won't be till this afternoon during her nap (yup, get to get her up). I stretched the truth to get her in... I said she was poking her ears so I was concerned about an ear infection (which she has done a little but I am not all that worried about it). Girls got to do what a girls got to do though. Whatever little bug Ry has she is having a hard time fighting it. I am a very pregnant woman who needs some reassurance since the DH is out of town (big shock!). Hopefully it's nothing much. My mom is on her way this morning to help me. At least I can shower and attempt to clean some more. Okay rambling...
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Ugh!
The new door we just had installed... need to get a new one. Reason: I am an idiot but more importantly, the guy installing it is a BIGGER IDIOT.
The storm door we purchased has a pull down screen feature. He installed the 'door opener' as he called it (I call it the door spring that is attached between the door and frame. It helps ease the door closed so it doesn't slam). Anyway, whatever it is called got installed at the top of the door. He asked me where I wanted it installed, at the top or bottom. I said the top b/c of Ryleigh... WRONG ANSWER. He screwed it into the top and it went through the screen. The handyman doesn't know he fucked up. Glenn and I realized it when we went to pull the screen down this evening. We looked at the instuctions about attaching the screen that is rolled up top. We got to step one, started on step 2 where you pull the metal piece down and I realized why it was so difficult... damn screen was attached by the screws that went into the door sping to attach it to the door. Now I know why my mom says to read instructions front to back before doing anything. THIS should have been done by Mr. Handyman. Now Mr. Handyman owes me a new door.
UGGGHHHH... I am not really sure if I am to blame for this. I feel some responsibilty but I assumed he knew that the door had a screen in it. The title of the install book mentioned it. I am so not looking forward to this phone call tomorrow.
The storm door we purchased has a pull down screen feature. He installed the 'door opener' as he called it (I call it the door spring that is attached between the door and frame. It helps ease the door closed so it doesn't slam). Anyway, whatever it is called got installed at the top of the door. He asked me where I wanted it installed, at the top or bottom. I said the top b/c of Ryleigh... WRONG ANSWER. He screwed it into the top and it went through the screen. The handyman doesn't know he fucked up. Glenn and I realized it when we went to pull the screen down this evening. We looked at the instuctions about attaching the screen that is rolled up top. We got to step one, started on step 2 where you pull the metal piece down and I realized why it was so difficult... damn screen was attached by the screws that went into the door sping to attach it to the door. Now I know why my mom says to read instructions front to back before doing anything. THIS should have been done by Mr. Handyman. Now Mr. Handyman owes me a new door.
UGGGHHHH... I am not really sure if I am to blame for this. I feel some responsibilty but I assumed he knew that the door had a screen in it. The title of the install book mentioned it. I am so not looking forward to this phone call tomorrow.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
The Great Summit Rant
Oh where do I begin... one day about 2 years ago an old friend of mine contacted me about wanting to have a class reunion. At the time we were 13 years removed from high school. This friend told me he would put everything together and we could do it in a couple of months. I laughed at the idea and told him, "You need time to plan these things. I can help". Those words have haunted me ever since.
I told him I had about 20 email addresses of old classmates and I could email them and see who they kept in touch with, etc, etc. I also explained to my friend that a reunion can't be put together in 2 months (unless you expect no one to come) and who would come to a 13 year reunion. He finally agreed although he wasn't happy with it. I began searching out my old classmates.
Fast forward 6 months. I have found about 40 folks out of a 400+ graduating class. I am pretty pleased since I am just relying on others to give me info. I contact my old friend to let him know my progress and see how he is doing finding folks.
I get silence. Long silence. Oh where or where are you silence. He has gone AWOL. I realize I am left holding the bag. It isn't a very large bag but it is a bag with some expectations. I had a choice to either cut and run or try to be responsible for something I never wanted.
I decide to be an adult and move forward with this project... I figure I can just keep finding people... but time starts passing and I realize that 2007 is creeping up and that 15 years will be standing between me and high school. At this time, another friend steps in and offers to find a location. She gets us settled at the local Country Club and they are quite accommodating (requiring no deposit unless someone expresses an interest). I should rephrase... we have a deposit but it wasn't needed ASAP to secure the date. So I continue on my way finding more folks with a date of May in my head.
Skip to present... I've found over half of my class! Yea! I am pretty proud of myself. I have become quite the little spy relying on county public records to find a large chunk of folks. I have sent out a mailer and emails with all the ticket information. It has been out there for over 3 weeks and there is only 3 weeks left to get your tickets. I have received 6 RSVPs!
These past few months have been stressful and I kept telling myself the more folks I find the better off I am... well I've found a whole heck of a lot but no one wants to go.
WTF!!!! I never hated high school when I was there but I certainly hate it now.
I told him I had about 20 email addresses of old classmates and I could email them and see who they kept in touch with, etc, etc. I also explained to my friend that a reunion can't be put together in 2 months (unless you expect no one to come) and who would come to a 13 year reunion. He finally agreed although he wasn't happy with it. I began searching out my old classmates.
Fast forward 6 months. I have found about 40 folks out of a 400+ graduating class. I am pretty pleased since I am just relying on others to give me info. I contact my old friend to let him know my progress and see how he is doing finding folks.
I get silence. Long silence. Oh where or where are you silence. He has gone AWOL. I realize I am left holding the bag. It isn't a very large bag but it is a bag with some expectations. I had a choice to either cut and run or try to be responsible for something I never wanted.
I decide to be an adult and move forward with this project... I figure I can just keep finding people... but time starts passing and I realize that 2007 is creeping up and that 15 years will be standing between me and high school. At this time, another friend steps in and offers to find a location. She gets us settled at the local Country Club and they are quite accommodating (requiring no deposit unless someone expresses an interest). I should rephrase... we have a deposit but it wasn't needed ASAP to secure the date. So I continue on my way finding more folks with a date of May in my head.
Skip to present... I've found over half of my class! Yea! I am pretty proud of myself. I have become quite the little spy relying on county public records to find a large chunk of folks. I have sent out a mailer and emails with all the ticket information. It has been out there for over 3 weeks and there is only 3 weeks left to get your tickets. I have received 6 RSVPs!
These past few months have been stressful and I kept telling myself the more folks I find the better off I am... well I've found a whole heck of a lot but no one wants to go.
WTF!!!! I never hated high school when I was there but I certainly hate it now.
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