I suspect my sanguine attitude is largely because my interview with Dream Company went very, very well last week and I have been called back to meet an even higher manager than I met the first time later this week. My references have been contacted and tell me that Dream Company really likes me.
Could my days as a slacker SAHM (snicker. as if) be numbered?
But getting back to the heat, I sure wish the days of thunderstorms and high humidity would be numbered. And you can number your whines and anti-whines while I will bring the prizes which include o.m.g. ponies!!!! and rainbows for all. Because I am just that excited today, dear pixies.
I apologize for posting this so early, but I don't know if I will get back to it later what with the company and the barnacle children terrified of my working full-time away from home.
31 comments:
Thank you for the early Wednesday. I 've been waiting :-)
My previously good sleeper has decided that 3 months old is a good time to regress. He used to get up once per night to eat and go immediately back to sleep. Now he's up every 40 minutes or so, and is hard to get him back to sleep. And he's not hungry. Just whiny... seems like he wants to sleep, but can't. We're on the third week of this and I am completely worn out.
Jenr, my kids did that when they were on a growth spurt. Three months is a good growth spurt time. Hugs and some sleepy vibes--for both of you.
hugs to jenr -- teething? buy stock in that gum-soother gel, freeze things for him to gum on, and we wish you all the best.
YAY, miranda! sounds like the interview thingies are going really great! crossed fingers, and best with the family dinner.
many thanks for good pixie wishes last week, after my mom's stroke and broken hip.
AW: her hip was repaired successfully, and some mental improvement. she was released to a nursing home last thursday.
W: she's not doing great, mentally. we are waiting and seeing, but it's been 10 days and she remains very confused, still agitated.
AW: we have gotten so much done! and things are working out well with the stepsibs, who are worried about their dad, who has alzheimer's.
Whines: triple-header plumbing emergency from hell in mom's house. the emergency plumbers are part of the family now. and as for mom's housekeeping skills before the stroke? i seriously think napalm is the best solution.
we found the legal papers, but the lawyers won't even talk to the sibs named for financial matters until there are TWO medical letters for EACH parent. do you know how hard it is to get doctors to do something like write a letter?
my evil sister has started writing nastygrams in the middle of the night again. she feels left out, because she wasn't included on-site in the health care, plumbing, and cleaning catastrophes, even though she told us all she couldn't do anything because her foot is broken. sigh. she lives about 30 miles away [the rest of us are a good 350 miles], so i guess she could have taken a cab if she was so interested in being there.
big AW: my son turned 21, and i am so happy he is doing well. he was sweet, sweet, sweet about the situation with my mother, who never bothered to be a grandmother to him. i love that boy.
kathy - thinking of you and your mom and pretty much everyone in your family. Except your sister. Wait, that's not true. I'm thinking of her all right, just not in the same positive way I'm thinking of everyone else in your family. Nastygrams in the middle of the night are so passive aggressive. I hate that.
What Diane said.
Whine: The guy I wanted to win in the primary for our congressional seat lost. He was the better chance to win against the Republican congressman-for-life.
I am bummed.
Let's all pretend I just wrote ten pages about my boss.... okay, are we all caught up? In summary he's an idiot. And an ass. An idiot ass if you will.
JenR - here is what I have to say to you "lalalalalalala I can't hear you lalalalalala" I am desperately trying to convince myself that all babies sleep wonderfully. (14 weeks to go!!)Wait, why are you all laughing?
Bummer on the idjit ass boss, diane! I've been there.
Huge panicky whine: One week in, and all I can think about is how on earth am I going to live with my parents for 3 whole months?!?!? Man, oh man.
Antiwhine: Made zaru soba for dinner tonight. The absolute perfect summer food.
Kathy, ditto on what Diane said.
Miranda...fingers cross on the job front.
Diane.... kill the boss. He isn't worth the stress you're suffering. Hemlock works well, I've heard.
Jenevieve... well, Hemlock works well, I hear. :-)
Whine: You remember my daughter. The one with the pot smoking photos on her Facebook page? That one. Well, she has NO PLACE to go to school next year. Oh yeah. The fight heats up between the school and us. They want her to go to another school. She has outright refused. I have outright refused. They will not back down. Lawyers are being interviewed. The state dept of ed has been notified. It is getting VERY ugly. Very stressful. She is acting out and screaming at me. Because of course it is all my fault. She didn't ask to be born, you know.
Whine: my tax refund check came. They deposited into my bank account. It is gone already. Still no laptop. OMG, this computer is so on it's last legs and I need a new one so badly, but the money... we needed food and shoes and the car registered. You know, the little things.
Whine: gas prices are killing me. And everyone else. Our moron president didn't know that gas prices were over $4.00. I say we kill him too. Hemlock works well, I hear.
Whine: My ankles look like someone stuffed grapefruits in them. They are so swollen from this damn heat.
Whine: The Heat. It is KILLING ME. Hemlock works well, I hear. Just give me some now, because this heat is more than I can bear.
Whine: Our air conditioner. It is not working well. It barely sucks out the humidity. It is not cooling the room.
Whine: Our other air conditioner. The one upstairs. My children refuse to install it. Why? Because they are asshats and they can.
Whine: Because said asshat children will not install air conditioner upstairs, we are once again all camping out downstairs on the living room floor.
Antiwhine: Ice cream.
Good luck Miranda on the job front. And Hugs to JenR. He will sleep again. He will.
Margalit, I hope this summer improves, the humidity goes down, the kids grow up.
Today is the last day of school. That is a whine/anti-whine. I am not sure I'm ready to be the mother of a second grader.
Anti-whine: the suburbs, while having far higher housing costs than the city in which we last lived, are cheap, at least for summer activities. Last year, I spent thousands on several weeks of camp. This year, the choices are so cheap. And probably designed for me as a SAHM--nothing lasts all day, never more than 3 hours. I have loaded the calendar, but when your activity costs me less than $2/hour, I am all smiles. If we decide to have a skip day or an 'I Hate Camp' week, we just won't go. And I won't whine about the lost $200 for the week.
On the whine front: If I am not sucking all extra money into camp, why do I feel like this has been a super expensive month? Oh right, gas and food prices.
Anti-whine: that midwestern flooding is really close to me. But we have not had problems. Knock on wood.
Whine: Floods, heat waves, droughts, crop failure. Did someone say global warming?
Anti-whine: Heat broke last night, storms did no damage.
Whine: Husband has done nothing to get rid of huge branch in back yard from last storm and gets indignant when I nudge him.
Whine: no rain here whatsoever. Hot and dry and it's only June.
Whine: Hubby is on a combination sabbatical/vacation for 8 weeks. This has not seemed to lighten my workload at all.
Antiwhine: He is in much better spirits.
Whine: Baboo and her oxygen are still buddies.
Antiwhine: But she does seem to be doing a teensy bit better. Is that a tiny glimmer of light at the end of the very long tunnel? Also, she is very cute.
cluestick to diane's idiot boss, elizabeth's husband, and all school officials in a 10 mile radius of margalit. deep breaths and frequent field trips to jenevieve. hugs and air conditioning to all in need.
esperanza, we also are doing hot, dry, and high fire danger at my house. in june! ugh.
I'm kind of hoping our good friend KLee stops by here today. Her last post on her blog tells me she's in need of some support.
Hugs to all the pixies this week. I will go back and read the whines more carefully later this evening, but now I'm on the run.
Weather-wise, my whine is that it's freakin' cold here. *ducks so sweltering pixies don't throw anything* Honestly, it was barely above freezing here this morning. It would be a lovely day if it were September.
Anti-whine: Headache specialist is a super-nice doc who is actually interested in headache patients. He spent almost a FULL HOUR with me. Holy moly!
Whine: I was uber nervous and felt kind of silly. The nurse and the doc kept asking me "Are you nervous" and I kept answering "Yes". Blood pressure, up. Pulse, like a rabbit. Sweating, the whole nine yards. Why? 'cause this is the last stop on this train. I had a LOT invested in the visit.
Anti-whine: A diagnosis. Migraine without aura.
Anti-whine: Treatment options! Yay!! No guarantees, but at least some hope for relief. It's going to be a long, trial and error process, but if I stick with it, I could have some relief in six months or so.
Whine: Six. More. Months.
Whine: Weaning off pain meds so the new meds can do their thing.
Whine: My family doc (saw him today) TOTALLY disagrees with headache specialist. They can go off in a room together and see whose is longer all they want - as long as I get some decent treatment at the end of all their ego posturing.
Whine: Men. Except hubby who is like a life-ring that I cling to when I'm going under.
Whine: Hubby has another abcess on his 'tocks. *sigh* We're hoping it will clear up without an ER visit.
Sorry, long whineage today. Don't even get me started on the coughing lady who sat next to me on the plane. I wanted a HazMat shower at the exit...
Whine: I have to drive to Chicago this weekend for a bridal shower I'm not interested in. (Am not interested in the wedding either, but I'm in it, so oh well.) 5 hours one way, and...
Whine: Our reliable car (AW: the only one my husband will let his pregnant wife drive) needs two broken things replaced. One, some kind of under the car thing that sounds important (sway bar something or other?) and two, the entire air conditioning system.
Whine: Let me say it again: The Entire Air Conditioning System.
If you are guessing that these two repairs will cost over a grand, you are nearing the estimated total, and we all know you never get your car back from the dealership having paid only the estimate.
Anti-whines: The car has been paid off for months, so it's not like we're pounded by car payments too. And, although it's a fireplacing lot of money for the repairs, we actually have it at the moment.
Whine: It's the savings we've been putting up to cushion us from me not working from July to January.
I hate cars.
Oh, I nearly forgot:
Whine: Although I managed to remember to get the car in for the air conditioning repair *before* my trip, they have to order the parts, so I'm probably going to drive it sans A/C and have to take it back next week for the work. And...
Whine: It's a fireplacing heatwave in the Midwest.
/sigh/ Why can't everything just go my way? Particularly when it's convenient for me?
Amy, is it possible to take Amtrak? Much more comfortable as a pregnant person than driving, especially w/o a/c.
totally seconding the amtrak idea, if it works.
My husband and I talked about it for the wedding in August, but I admit I haven't done much to learn about what it will entail. I thought about it for the shower but wrote it off because I have no one to pick me up and not enough knowledge of the trains to do the switcheroos necessary to get my waddly butt an hour into the suburbs. But if dealership-boy tells me tomorrow the car won't be done, I might re-investigate it. Thanks!
Um, duh. Amtrak stations are not limited to the city of Chicago proper. From the website, it looks like I can get within 20 minutes of the shower location.
This is why I love you guys.
smooch!
I am also going lalalalalalala like Diane. I am truly truly terrified of sleep deprivation, so I find denial to be the best option for now. I've 14 or so weeks left too.
sue, I hear you on being colder than what is usual. It never stops raining. My vegetables aren't grwoing cos they never get sun, just rain, and rain and rain. It's JUNE! I'm freezing here. And people are flooded to the south of me. argh. Global climate change: bad.
Another whine: Backstory first- my nieces (5 and 2 years old) are here visiting. They are really cute and sweet and very smart. I love them. But they also drive me a little nuts with their constant chatting, their temper tantrums and drama queen antics. It makes me afraid I will be a very bad mama. What if I love my baby but don't particularly *like* him/her? aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhh Maybe I'm not ready to be a parent. A little late for that really, as I'm 6 months pregnant!!!!
turtlebella, I remember that worry. We all felt that way at some point in pregnancy. And yes, sometimes I dislike some of my child's behavior intensely. But they have to be pretty terrible to make their own mama dislike them. (Thus all the spoiled brats in the world . . . .)
Hubby has fever and abcess is looking ugly. We're off to the ER.
Later pixies....
(((( sue ))))
((sue)) and good wishes for her husband's behind, although I'm not sure I want to hug it.
More whine: the freaking Orange line has broken down every day this week. I'm so sick of being squashed like a sardine. And I'm short, so I get to breathe everyone's armpits.
Anti-whine: This American Life podcasts. There's not enough room on the train to read these days, but I can listen to my ipod.
Because I didn't whine enough earlier on, man oh man do I have a crazy experience to share. But it's on my blog. You have to go there to read it because I have GOT to go to bed. I'm wiped, having slept in 2 nights.
http://tinyurl.com/4j6o6p
Skip the first half. Just move on down to where it gets to the air conditioners and what I was doing with my daughter this afternoon while Insane Single Dad was threatening her life. Um, yeah. So fun.
Amy, when the factory installed AC died in my 2 year old minivan, I had it repaired by the dealer to the tune of $1500. It promptly died again, and again and again. I had that damn van for 14 years, 12 of them with no working air conditioning. You can try and replace it, but I don't think it will ever work right again. Do some serious investigation before you invest that kind of dough in a repair. You might be better off selling the car and getting a used one. I know, totally sucks.
Just checking in to send hugs to everyone.
Nothing new here, much.
Thanks for the heads up, Margalit. The thought that it will never be the same had crossed my mind. I even said to my husband that, yes, it's hot right now, but that doesn't mean we have to get it fixed right this minute. He is currently mulling that over, but he has faith in S@turn (which I share only sometimes) and he loves his stupid, fancy black car.
Late breaking whine: Amtrak is fairly booked up (hmmm, wonder why?), so the trains that go to Shower Town cannot get me there in time, so I will be driving.
Oh well. Thanks for the good info, everyone!
((margalit))
(margalit)
(sue)
(sue's husband's tushy)
elizabeth, I feel for you. WaPo had a story on your misery this am.
And hey, weren't we gonna have a meet up? How are you for a week from Sunday?
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