I was going to post for Tackle It Tuesday on the 2 younger boys room. I cleaned, purged, and organized. I even took before and after pics. Shoot, I even got real spiffy and took pictures of the stuff inside the drawers with plans to print them out and tape them to the drawer, so the boys would know what toys go where. For some reason I was having dreams of perfect organization dancing in my head. I think the record screeched to a halt and I woke up knowing full well it's not gonna last, no matter how much time I spend clearly labeling things. Cause you know in less than 24 hours the toys that are properly put away will soon just be thrown randomly in their underwear drawer like normal.
I just don't even feel like uploading the pics or anything. Aren't you glad you stopped by today? I'm not sure what suddenly put me in a foul mood. I'm really not in a foul mood...just in a mood.
I'm also totally skipping that Autism meeting. So boo ya on that.
I'm thinking this all has to do with the horse dog. Hubs called the people today and they are coming tonight to get her. The guilt train is running hard. Game Boy went into a complete melt down about it. He of course thinks I'm a total uncaring jerk about it. Cause you know I am. I tried to explain my views but it went in and out like lightning. I know it's just one of those things that are hard to comprehend at his age. Been there done that.
Sorry if your hopes were up to see some boring pictures of a chaotic room and then a nice organized room. Check back next Tuesday.
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Showing posts with label random hormonal raged thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random hormonal raged thoughts. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, July 21, 2008
Please Tell Me You've Done This Before..
Because I have nothing else other than a listing of randomness which I'm sure you don't want. Here at your request is one of my drafts..at least one that's somewhat complete and coherent, to a degree. You guys didn't say it had to be good.
Every other month or so, something very insignificant sets me over the edge and I become a blubbering wailing mess and have no real clue why. It doesn't look real cool when the teary blubbery mess over comes you as your trying to pick up your children.
No matter what I did, I just could not get the water works to turn off. When I did try some sort of effort of composure, my eyes were a reddened mess. I get the kids and of course the summer director dude wanted to talk to me and know why I paid a certain amount; when I should have paid $10 more. While desperately trying to remain composed and explain my confusion when reading the paperwork. I could tell that he could tell that confronting me on this was probably not a good time. It really and truly was not a big deal, just bad timing. Of course the waterworks turned on again when I got in the car. ZOMG how could I have miscalculated 60 plus 40..sob...I'm so stupid..WAH!
Have you ever tried to have a meaningful/important conversation with your child about what the word "gay" means and why the kids are always saying "So and so is so gay" all the while your having your own mental issues? Yeah it wasn't pretty. I'm not sure exactly what I said to him about it, but I think the phrase "Not that there's anything wrong with that" was mentioned between sniffles and sobs.
I'm OK for now. I think troubles sleeping here lately and hormones were involved.
Every other month or so, something very insignificant sets me over the edge and I become a blubbering wailing mess and have no real clue why. It doesn't look real cool when the teary blubbery mess over comes you as your trying to pick up your children.
No matter what I did, I just could not get the water works to turn off. When I did try some sort of effort of composure, my eyes were a reddened mess. I get the kids and of course the summer director dude wanted to talk to me and know why I paid a certain amount; when I should have paid $10 more. While desperately trying to remain composed and explain my confusion when reading the paperwork. I could tell that he could tell that confronting me on this was probably not a good time. It really and truly was not a big deal, just bad timing. Of course the waterworks turned on again when I got in the car. ZOMG how could I have miscalculated 60 plus 40..sob...I'm so stupid..WAH!
Have you ever tried to have a meaningful/important conversation with your child about what the word "gay" means and why the kids are always saying "So and so is so gay" all the while your having your own mental issues? Yeah it wasn't pretty. I'm not sure exactly what I said to him about it, but I think the phrase "Not that there's anything wrong with that" was mentioned between sniffles and sobs.
I'm OK for now. I think troubles sleeping here lately and hormones were involved.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Oh Bite Me.. You Ugly Lizard
I'm not sure what my deal is today but I'm in a snippy mood. I think it started with the dream I had this morning. I dreamed that I was at some kind of park somewhere and all of a sudden a very odd looking lizard was on my arm and bit me on the hand. It had fangs like a snake so it's fangs just sunk right in and when I woke up I could still "feel" the bite. EEK
Then the storms came through during the morning taxi run. Somehow the van door came flying open as I was pulling out of the driveway causing WB's back pack to go flying out into the pouring rain. Luckily no one happened to be sitting on that side. Needless to say GB jumped out and grabbed it. Like I say it just hasn't been a great day.
Why yes, this is going to be a post about me griping about my day, why do you ask?
Work was busy, yeah it was Monday but still, I like my Monday's to start off peaceful and tranquil. Obviously it didn't happen today.
I picked up Bossyboy after work and he had a red day..which always makes things so pleasant as his teacher likes to give him a lecture about making better choices. Explaining choices to a three year old might be like explaining to me quantum physics. Maybe that's my opinion. Anyway as I made the final taxi pick up and was actually making good timing getting home, Bossyboy decided to unbuckle his car seat. He has a talent of doing that. Needless to say he's done it one to many times, no thanks to his big brother teaching him how to do it. I had to pull over the car and give him a little whack on the butt. I probably mostly did it out of frustration and releasing out on him. I also went there with the evil possessed your in a world of trouble voice.
He told me he was sorry and I told him I was sorry and we went from there. I hate hate doing that, yet there's days where me getting on to him over and over doesn't do either one of us any good and nothing seems to be learned in the end.
I just have those days where no matter how many times I tell a kid to do or not do something it just goes through them like air. I just want to pull out my white flag and wave defeat as if I can't do it anymore, nothing works anymore. I want to say fine go for it run out in the street or unbuckle and watch yourself crash through the back of the seat, maybe then you'll learn a lesson and not do it anymore.
I haven't quite gotten that close to claim defeat. Hopefully my white flag will never be thrown. I won't give up on them and hopefully they won't give up on me.
Thanks for hearing me out. I just needed to vent.
Then the storms came through during the morning taxi run. Somehow the van door came flying open as I was pulling out of the driveway causing WB's back pack to go flying out into the pouring rain. Luckily no one happened to be sitting on that side. Needless to say GB jumped out and grabbed it. Like I say it just hasn't been a great day.
Why yes, this is going to be a post about me griping about my day, why do you ask?
Work was busy, yeah it was Monday but still, I like my Monday's to start off peaceful and tranquil. Obviously it didn't happen today.
I picked up Bossyboy after work and he had a red day..which always makes things so pleasant as his teacher likes to give him a lecture about making better choices. Explaining choices to a three year old might be like explaining to me quantum physics. Maybe that's my opinion. Anyway as I made the final taxi pick up and was actually making good timing getting home, Bossyboy decided to unbuckle his car seat. He has a talent of doing that. Needless to say he's done it one to many times, no thanks to his big brother teaching him how to do it. I had to pull over the car and give him a little whack on the butt. I probably mostly did it out of frustration and releasing out on him. I also went there with the evil possessed your in a world of trouble voice.
He told me he was sorry and I told him I was sorry and we went from there. I hate hate doing that, yet there's days where me getting on to him over and over doesn't do either one of us any good and nothing seems to be learned in the end.
I just have those days where no matter how many times I tell a kid to do or not do something it just goes through them like air. I just want to pull out my white flag and wave defeat as if I can't do it anymore, nothing works anymore. I want to say fine go for it run out in the street or unbuckle and watch yourself crash through the back of the seat, maybe then you'll learn a lesson and not do it anymore.
I haven't quite gotten that close to claim defeat. Hopefully my white flag will never be thrown. I won't give up on them and hopefully they won't give up on me.
Thanks for hearing me out. I just needed to vent.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Nothing That A Vanilla Shake And Tots Won't Cure
**Warning! This is a message from the national mother blogger service; a hormonal work raged rant is in process. Please take cover and find the nearest chocolate and ice cream and take fetal position immediately!**
Today I thought was going to be a regular normal work day. Then we had our regular weekly meeting of the minds meeting. Mr Bossman announced that one of our fellow co-workers would be promoted to "doing the exact same thing we do, only with a fancy title and little raise position". This so called position has been open for a while and in all seriousness really did not need filled. If you probably would have asked just about anyone in our slowly dwindling department, most everyone would have assumed I would get this overrated, very little raise position. I've got the most tenure right under "overrated expert person with fancy title that means nothing position." Nope instead it went to very "young co-worker friend." You know the saying to many Chiefs and very little Indians? That would be our department.
I have nothing at all against "very young co-worker friend". I really just needed an explanation for the reasoning of boss man's choice, "as very young co-worker friend" has a lot less experience and has no future plans with this company as he's just getting by til done with college and out of his mom's house. See I told you he's "very young" like just became legal to drink last year (07) very young. Not that I have anything against that.
I made it through work in well constrained denial. I was kicking myself for even being halfway ticked about it, as this position really means absolutely nothing except for the title. I had to at least keep telling myself this. I'm usually the top ranking worker in the department and usually can field twice as many calls as than others (not that I'm bragging, but boss man shows me the numbers and brags to bigger boss man). Not that it really means jack other than boss man likes those kind of productive numbers and if I'm pulled away to do other possible meaningless responsibilities with fancy job title, than less possible productive pretty shiny numbers. This for right now is the only reasoning I can come up with at the moment of boss man's choice.
If there's anyone on this planet who will defend my honor it's hubs and he's done it before. He's royally ticked about the whole situation. He's ticked off for me, while I'm just the blubbering hormonal idiot. I love hubs, he really is my knight in shining honor. I know he really hates that there's absolutely nothing he can do for me on this one. Unlike the last time. Yeah he's literally rescued my job before by throwing his weight around with big bossmen at big company. They didn't like that to much and old boss man had to call me at home and beg me to come back. It wasn't pretty and well big boss men let C. know that next time let "me" handle the situation. Ha like that's gonna happen. I'm gonna be a big chicken this time and not say anything just like last time. Sure I should find out more about the situation, but then why? Like I told C even if "very young co-worker friend" gets any kind of raise it will be what he was probably going to get just being less fancy job titled doing the same thing with fancy job title would have been. Is all this rambling clear as mud?
Anyways needless to say I was a bit in the dumps . Hubs decided to cheer me up by browsing the grocery aisles at our leisure and I found random things that I'd never really seen before in the grocery store, like whole chicken in a can and frozen frog legs from China. Amazing the things you find when no kids are in tow at the grocery store. He then thought Sonic would be the cure. I have to say that I do feel a lot better now.
Sorry for the hormonal rage. I needed to purge this out so I can be happy sunshine productive worker again tomorrow. I'm taking this whole thing as some simple hints that things happen for a reason and there's a greater plan for me somewhere, sometime. I'm just gonna kind of go with the flow and see what doors open for me.
Today I thought was going to be a regular normal work day. Then we had our regular weekly meeting of the minds meeting. Mr Bossman announced that one of our fellow co-workers would be promoted to "doing the exact same thing we do, only with a fancy title and little raise position". This so called position has been open for a while and in all seriousness really did not need filled. If you probably would have asked just about anyone in our slowly dwindling department, most everyone would have assumed I would get this overrated, very little raise position. I've got the most tenure right under "overrated expert person with fancy title that means nothing position." Nope instead it went to very "young co-worker friend." You know the saying to many Chiefs and very little Indians? That would be our department.
I have nothing at all against "very young co-worker friend". I really just needed an explanation for the reasoning of boss man's choice, "as very young co-worker friend" has a lot less experience and has no future plans with this company as he's just getting by til done with college and out of his mom's house. See I told you he's "very young" like just became legal to drink last year (07) very young. Not that I have anything against that.
I made it through work in well constrained denial. I was kicking myself for even being halfway ticked about it, as this position really means absolutely nothing except for the title. I had to at least keep telling myself this. I'm usually the top ranking worker in the department and usually can field twice as many calls as than others (not that I'm bragging, but boss man shows me the numbers and brags to bigger boss man). Not that it really means jack other than boss man likes those kind of productive numbers and if I'm pulled away to do other possible meaningless responsibilities with fancy job title, than less possible productive pretty shiny numbers. This for right now is the only reasoning I can come up with at the moment of boss man's choice.
If there's anyone on this planet who will defend my honor it's hubs and he's done it before. He's royally ticked about the whole situation. He's ticked off for me, while I'm just the blubbering hormonal idiot. I love hubs, he really is my knight in shining honor. I know he really hates that there's absolutely nothing he can do for me on this one. Unlike the last time. Yeah he's literally rescued my job before by throwing his weight around with big bossmen at big company. They didn't like that to much and old boss man had to call me at home and beg me to come back. It wasn't pretty and well big boss men let C. know that next time let "me" handle the situation. Ha like that's gonna happen. I'm gonna be a big chicken this time and not say anything just like last time. Sure I should find out more about the situation, but then why? Like I told C even if "very young co-worker friend" gets any kind of raise it will be what he was probably going to get just being less fancy job titled doing the same thing with fancy job title would have been. Is all this rambling clear as mud?
Anyways needless to say I was a bit in the dumps . Hubs decided to cheer me up by browsing the grocery aisles at our leisure and I found random things that I'd never really seen before in the grocery store, like whole chicken in a can and frozen frog legs from China. Amazing the things you find when no kids are in tow at the grocery store. He then thought Sonic would be the cure. I have to say that I do feel a lot better now.
Sorry for the hormonal rage. I needed to purge this out so I can be happy sunshine productive worker again tomorrow. I'm taking this whole thing as some simple hints that things happen for a reason and there's a greater plan for me somewhere, sometime. I'm just gonna kind of go with the flow and see what doors open for me.
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