It's been Wednesday all week here, from the point of view of a certain 5-year-old.
Earplugs, anyone?
How are y'all doing this week?
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Wednesday Whining is a weekly blog with rotating hosts. Whines and Anti-Whines, both big and small, are welcome! Our purposes are mutual support and sharing a few laughs along the way.
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The Wednesday Whining Community is diverse, and strives to be safe, welcoming, and supportive. To this end, comments that are personally abusive or otherwise disparaging [regarding race, ethnicity, religion, gender, sexual orientation] will be deleted by moderators, along with spam and self-promotion.
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Q: When does Wednesday Whining appear?
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A: The Whiner's Ball commences no later than Tuesday, and ends when Awards are given (usually Thursday in theory, but definitely before Monday).
Q: Awards? Really?
A: Yes, really. Traditional awards include Style [music, poetry, etc.], Old Skool [piddly little whines], and Elevated Risk of Mullet [funniest line in a whine], but other hand-crafted awards may be granted at the host's discretion, and nominations from commenters are encouraged.
Q: Can I whine about someone who just does not "get it"?
A: The Cluestick Posse is on hand for persons in need.
Q: Is there a mascot?
A: Ralph is the mascot.
Q: Are there other traditions I should know about?
A: The passing of virtual refreshments is appreciated.
Q: How did this all get started anyhow?
A: Phantom Scribbler was our muse and host for two years.
Q: What was the first prize ever awarded?
A: The Playdough Violin
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26 comments:
excellent dedication, to the small polite whiner!
i woke up in the middle of the night with stomach flu. my husband woke up at the regular time, and suddenly remembered he has to go out of town for work for the next 2 nights. [he says he forgot because he was busy being out of town this weekend, visiting daughter and her marching band. and I'M the one who likes marching bands.]
Whine: I seem to be getting sick, and I don't have TIME to be sick.
Anti-whine: This week is so busy because I am going away on Saturday to spend all of Thanksgiving week with my boyfriend.
Matching whine: Well, my boyfriend and his ex-fiancee who is now a friend in need. The three of us in a studio apartment for five days should be really interesting.
Matching bigger whine: Oh, and do I want a new roommate since she needs someplace to go for awhile? I can say no, but then she will just move in with him....
Yeah.
So, sick, angsting about What Do I Want To Be When I Grow Up (the ongoing saga...), dealing with really bizarre personal life nonsense, and I have a stupid paper due. It asks me to refute a controversial statement of so-called fact in the field (not my field either, btw), and I can't figure out how to fill up ten pages with an argument that is essentially, "See these articles? If only species X could do thing Y, why can chinchillas and monkeys also do it?"
I am not linking this to my gmail account, cause everyone mentioned above knows that account...
~Redzils
Long-running meetings at work led to rushing to meet spouse at Kid2's 9 mo well baby visit and forgetting to pick up child from the sitter in the process. Sleep deprivation allowed both of us to get to exam room before realizing.
Said sleep deprivation and meetings are countered by the fact that they are in anticipation of Kid3's imminent homecoming - 4 years after this whole messy adoption process began.
Whine/Anti-whine: Last-minute notice and frantic scrambling to make arrangements means Spouse's plane leaves in less than 24 hours to pick her up.
And that, pixies, is something to break a blogosphere hiatus over.
So, a few weeks ago, remember how I whined because I got my period and the husband and I are making concerted efforts to get me to not get my period for, say, 9 months or so? And then I said something like, "Well, there's always next month"? And a kind soul or two said something like, "I/We know it sucks when you have to say that"? And that was comforting in all the right ways.
Here we are, in "next month," and I'm a couple of days from my period. How could I possibly be so sure this isn't the month? Why, we both got food poisoning during magic bullet time.
And that, folks, is why I'm so pissed at the two major PMS zits I have on my face. If I have to get my period, fine, but did it really have to be because of food poisoning?
The antiwhine comes in concert flavor this month: I'm on my way to see They Might Be Giants tonight, which is why I'm posting my whine now instead of my usual late.
All my best to those struggling with serious crap this week. Srsly.
((Redzils)) I think you and I should go hang out to figure out Why We Must Have a Plan to Be a Grown Up and How to Live Through Interpersonal Drama Not of Our Making. Good luck on the paper. (Reminds me, I should be writing mine!)
((That Mommy)) Good luck getting Kid#3 and I hope you and your hubby can get some rest soon.
((Kathy A)) I hope you are feeling better.
I'm abstaining from whining this, not for lack of material, but lack of energy. I also feel like I've used up all my whining privileges this month already. Just send booze and tranquilizers, y'all.
Oh, Amy. That is just. not. right. The unfairness of the whole deal stinks. Sorry. And a belated sorry on the food poisoning itself. Yuck.
Whine: baby still in NICU. Making moderate progress, but doc and parents are anxious for more moving forward, more quickly.
Antiwhine: baby gaining weight at a steady rate. And she is the cutest thing you've ever seen.
Whine: the repeated clogged ducts are robbing me of the pitiful amount of joy I got from providing said baby with food via the breastpump. Moist heat and massage don't seem to do the trick very often.
Antiwhine: Boobs are providing said baby with about 8 times the amount of food she is consuming, so I'm not obsessing about supply.
And, of course, the nipples. Still a bit sore, but fading in comparison with the plugs.
I have about 1.5 times more on my plate than I can handle. I'll be back to join the pixie party after Christmas. I miss you guys!
Hugs and votes for all the whining pixies. All of your whines are award-worthy.
whine: stomach flu. I spent the last two days being turned inside out. Blech. Fevers and chills only add to the fun. Double blech.
Whine 2: Teh Headache joined the party too. It was much, much worse when I was yakking up my jello.
Groan........
Whine 3: I still feel like I've been hit by a truck, but I have so freakin' much work to do that I had to come to the office. I heart my job, really I do, but I want to cuddle up with a hot water bottle in the corner. Do you suppose anyone would notice?
Whine: 36 weeks pregnant. 33 month old son. Husband out of town this week and next.
Anti-whine: In-laws!
hugs to everyone! serious whining this week.
adding an antiwhine:
ODE TO THE DANCING DADS
mature, sober, flabby, graying,
dads gathered with the band.
no instuments would they be playing,
but being there was grand.
nine hours at the stadium,
with grown children far away.
it was a perfect medium
for a nostalgic day.
the dads stepped up and did their part,
practiced the movements zealously.
fading by the night game's start,
they borrowed band pep jealously.
flat of foot and deaf of ear,
they did their very best:
midsections wobbling far and near,
feet trying to match all the rest.
they catch us when they're small and cute,
rejecting us later is their task.
the heart's tug is beyond dispute:
we'll dance for them, if they ask.
Oh, man. Votes for Redzils, and Amy, and kathy a., both for the whine and the anti-whine style.
whine: painful labial cyst that made me paranoid and got in the way of my grading last night.
anti-whine: it is now confirmed as JUST a painful labial cyst. not herpes or hpv, or anything else. and my doctor has a sense of humor about the whole thing.
still. worth whining about.
antiwhine: New Fridge! Replacing the old bought-by-landlords-for-tenants and left with the sale fridge! 5 more cubic feet! Door shelves that don't rqeuire duct tape! Seals that will keep the cold air inside the fridge. Perhaps it will even not RUN CONSTANTLY.
whine: I'll even be hoem to pick it up. Because Friday is Yet Another Day Off School. For Parent-Teacher Conferences. That's two! two! two whines in one!
old school whines: We're all coming down with colds. And we still don't have a sink in our bathroom (week 3). And season 2 of Heroes is quite the letdown.
big whine: I'm feeling somewhat inadequate at work. Intellectually, I know it's because I'm stretched too thin and no one could do the job I want to do on all of it. But it still makes me feel crappy, especially when I get criticized by people I respect.
I keep reading articles about making Christmas more real, more spiritual, less commercial, less present oriented. And this pressure to make Christmas less feels like a more pressure on me. Let's just get through it, OK? And if I buy super good deals on commercial items that may or may not please you, I have included a gift receipt. Use it.
And I whiny because that was more of a rant than I wanted it to be.
I am whiny because next Thursday on Thanksgiving is day 30 of this cycle and I'll find out if this TTC foray was successful. (any negative HPTs before then won't register as final. And honestly, a negative then might not either :) A whole week. Ugh.
And I am whiny because my grandmother says she has other plans for Thanksgiving weekend, but she sometimes just tells people things so they don't visit. And we were supposed to stay with her and see my brother. And I really don't feel like making the trek to see him if we won't see her.
And my future SIL asked me what we wanted for Christmas. And I feel too reserved to say I want you as a couple to stop asking my mother for money each month while still wasting money and getting tattoos. And as much as I have embraced commercialism (see whine the 1), I don't want really want random stuff from them. Maybe random iTunes gift cards. Or random Bath & Body Works.
Wow, venting is cathartic. Virtual hugs to all of the whiners.
Is there a heading for "this would be funny if it weren't actually happening in MY life"?? I've accepted the fact that massive amounts of simultaneously occurring stressors are going to be part of my daily grind. However, I'd prefer that the grind come from my coffee cup and not my dad.
Remember how I traveled to FL with my two year-old and got his house sold? I have obviously been blessed from above b/c the buyer is also the director of an assisted living facility, and got him a sweet deal on an apartment there- not to mention, she is the coolest lady ever and I totally want to adopt her as my older sister. Dad apparently had other plans, though, because she called me this morning and told me that as she was taking something down from the wall in his apartment, he stepped behind her, grabbed the "girls" and started grinding away. Oh, and the man is not only a randy Italian by virtue of his DNA, but he has a stash of Viagra in his nightstand.
She was cool, and told him that he couldn't ever do it again, because she was the boss, and if she let him do it, she'd have to let all the gentlemen do it.
Me, I want to have their cook start sprinkling some saltpeter in his food.
I win, right?? :::shudder::
Antiwhine: It's so good to see the pixies again! I missed you!!
Debangel - Oh. Dear. Awkward.
Hugs to Amy. I know how much this sucks, I truly do.
My whine: 20 weeks pregnant, and my back has finally decided to quit on me. Oh, well. I didn't actually expect to get even this far without back pain, so I'm counting myself lucky.
My antiwhine: Yesterday we had our big structural ultrasound. We haven't done any genetic testing, so I was pretty anxious about this. But everything is normal and perfect, and, if I do say so myself, freakin' adorable. The doctor actually burned the whole ultrasound onto a DVD for us.
My financial whine: I hate my insurance. Obstetrical/Perinatal care is insanely expensive, and we're paying for way too much of it. By the time these kids are born, we're going to have to make them both get jobs and pay rent.
redzils -- i don't even know what to say about the ex-fiancee. how does she feel about tent living?
that mommy -- crossing fingers all goes well with the new babe!
amy, all that sucks! hope the concert is good.
(((( miranda ))))
much love to esparanza and her sweet babe. ouchy ooochy about the ducts.
hugs to jenevieve and hosea!
sue, i think hot water bottles and/or those things that heat in the microwave should be available at every workplace. hope you are feeling better!
swissmiss -- yay for the inlaws! you must be exhausted. looking forward to baby news.
more ouch votes for jane. yeesh.
happy new fridge to sara!
sending elizabeth a virtual sink. i promise, it works as well as the one that is missing.
sarah -- can you set a [very small] money limit on gifts?
ack, debangel! that swooshing sound you hear is me flushing dad's stash.
Right on time...
Today is A.'s yoga night, and also the annual fundraising dinner for the network of congregations that hosts homeless families in our neck of the woods.
I took Z. to the dinner as a solo-parenting gig. I think the soup had chicken stock, but otherwise all was swimming until I had gathered all of her possessions (bib, bowl, Puppy Pie, etc.), getting ready to leave.
Suddenly, she was standing on her chair. Suddenly, she was leaping off of it. Suddenly, there was soup all over the purse another charitable diner had hung over her chair at the next table over.
How do you do a triple time out when you're not even at home?
And when we arrived home, it was to the unfortunately all-too-familiar aroma of Annoying Dog's bloody diarrhea. (Please don't think I'm swearing. I mean that all too literally.)
A. came home just in time to take the tied-up bags of used paper towels to the trash.
I think we have some Maker's Mark stowed in the back of a closet somewhere. Anyone want to join me?
yay to uccelina! [except about the back and the insurance.]
oh, man -- ((( S ))) whatever you need, sis. "holy shit" about covers the highlights of your evening.
Whine: The busyness, it never ends. I'm buried under a stack of thick books about fascists that I'm supposed to have read by tomorrow afternoon (and I don't know how I'm going to do it), and people expect too much of me, and I've been so grumpy that Mr. QWP is a bit scared of me today.
Anti-whine: I was just thinking to myself "How can I blog my existential angst without sounding ridiculously whiny? Wait a minute, isn't today Wednesday?" And it was Wednesday, and I had a place to vent my whinyness.
Also anti-whine: chocolate. Really good chocolate. A box of it, sitting right in front of me.
Also also anti-whine: Mr. QWP is really the best ever. He brought me the chocolate, because I sounded so tired when he called on his way home from work.
kathy a - the idea of the ex-fiancee (who I refer to as Imelda on my blog, for her shoe collection) in a tent made me laugh out loud. I needed that - thanks!
Big votes for Jane Dark, jenevieve, and all the other deserving pixies.
~Redzils
((debangel)) Oy.
Elizabeth, are we twins who were separated at birth? Your big whine and mine are the same.
I have FINALLY come to the conclusion that the reason I feel constantly stressed, inadequate and overwhelmed is that I've been assigned somewhere around double the number of tasks one can accomplish in a 30-hour work week. Every week I put in more hours, perform less well and get farther and farther behind. Yesterday I put in a 14-hour day. The last 3 hours were because of the night class I teach as an adjunct over and above my primary job, but still...
Whine the second: This workload appears to be a departmental norm. We have collectively taken steps to address the situation --went to VP w/list, serious conversations w/boss, etc. Results to date (not quite a month post-intervention), more meetings, no real change. I'm not sure how long I can hold on.
Major whine the third--Blue screen of death happened Sunday afternoon. I once again have a working computer, but I lost EVERYTHING stored on my old computer--work files, pictures, grad school papers, etc. I may have some of it backed up, but some of the more recent stuff is gone forever. I haven't had time to sort out what I do have and don't know when I will (see above whines).
4th whine: Bert (my beloved) took the computer to the shop for me and dealt w/the tech guys because, of course, I was still at work. So when their efforts at data recovery came to nothing, he told them to dispose of my old hard drive. Then he came home and told me that the techs had mentioned that it was possible that a data recovery specialist could salvage some data, but that such a course was hugely expensive and quite uncertain of success. Bert is totally unwilling to pour $$ we don't have out on a lost cause, which I understand. So why the hell did he have to tell me about it???? I was happier without the hopeless longing.
Whine/antiwhine: Next week is Thanksgiving, to be shared with most of my nearest and dearest. An 8-9 hour drive away.
Forget the chocolate. Who's got the virtual margaritas?
NUD
debangle: You DO win, hands down. Saltpeter for Dad. Stat!
redzils: um...ex-fiancees are NOT your responsibility. Has she heard of that new modern convenience, the hotel. They're everywhere!
Whine: I have spent the entire day coughing up a lung and spitting white froth. I look like a mad dog.
Whine: Spent most of yesterday coughing, hacking, and vomiting phlem. Why am I coughing? Because yesterday I was sitting at the handicap entrance to our city hall waiting on a taxi. Guess where the smoking area is? Yup, in the handicap parking area. 10 women dragging on their butts has now caused my lungs to cease functioning.
Whine: Daughter STILL not home from ultra expensive fancy schmancy 'rest home' for the nuts. She could have come home had she not pierced the top of her ear IN the hospital, where she has gone to deal with self-mutilation, aka cutting.
Whine: Son is in a major manic phase and is loud loud loud.
Whine: Our family therapist, whom I loved, had her last day today and we are starting with a new one who doesn't look anywhere near as brave or confrontative. She's going to be a wash, methinks.
Whine: The Ride, which is the handicap public door-to-door transportation, sucks donkey cajones. You have to stay for at least an hour at your destination. For a short trip to pick up a prescription, then go to the store to pick up my (anti-whine) free turkey, and come back home will keep me out of the house waiting on them from 2:15 pm to 6:45 pm. Now does that seem helpful to you?
Whine: severe gas due to coughing. I'm Farty McFartison. Ugh. I hate being so bloated.
Whine: I need to find something to do that keeps up my interest before my mind turns to mush. I'm starting to look forward to watching Martha every morning. Send help!
Anti-whine: cooking thanksgiving dinner is my absolute favorite kitchen task of the year. I'm starting this weekend and will be at it all week until the holiday. Anyone want to come to our Saturday night Thanksgiving Redeux at our house? I'm making the same dinner twice, once for a friend's holiday and once for our own. Yum.
Amy - you are living my life! The food poisoning happened to us in attempt during month 3. Maybe I should tell you now that in 6 more months you will totally miss when you ovulate because you will get none of your regular signs and no, even if you use a test every single day for over a week it still isn't going to happen. And even though you did manage to do the magic dance once this past month you know darn well it wasn't during your magic time and even though you will be getting menstrual cramps the day your are supposed to get your period you will still be trying to convince yourself that maybe you ARE pregnant and you're just hungry, that's why you have cramps.
Wow.
I guess I'm having some issues.
Redzils - you should definitely get some kind of Between A Rock and Hard Place Award!
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