Today's events:
- Sign up for Spring Soccer. Web-based, done. Won't know till mid-April if she got a spot, but it seems likely since I was on the site within 15 minutes of registration opening to those who didn't play last year.
- Sign up for religious coming of age event to take place three and a half years from now. Phone. Turns out they have a reasonable system -- they take a list of names in the morning and then return calls in order starting in the afternoon, since the conversations could take a few minutes. I got through on my fourth try, within 10 minutes of the start time, so I should be high on the list, right? I hope none of the folks ahead of me have summer birthdays.
- And this afternoon . . . the big teeth unveiling. Yes, Snuggly Girl is getting her braces off. Woo-hoo! This event, however, includes taking a mold of her mouth for the retainer construction. The mold-taking has been known to result in bark. Fingers crossed. After that, she will be eating Turtles and other sticky foods non-stop for a week.
Tomorrow I'm getting my eyes checked (and maybe getting the arm straightened on my computer glasses which I squished in last week's travels). Wednesday we go back to the teeth people for a thorough cleaning and then the retainer fitting. Somewhere in there I should do the job for which I am paid, maybe.
So besides just the busyness, I offer you this old skool whine of anticipated bad timing: Who wants to bet that the synagogue will call back about the scheduling right as I'm driving to the orthodontist? And today is the first day of enforcement of "tickets for cell phoning while driving." (I'll pull over, of course, but there is sure to be some angst.)(Hmm, I think I'll hand my cell phone to the girl before I start the car so I can pull over and not worry that it will stop ringing.) OK! Whining works! Let's see how it goes.
How busy are you this week? Whinily so or whiningly bored?
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I confess that I chose our tiny congregation in significant part because I didn't want to deal with the big Bar Mitzvah scene. We have one or two a year, on a date of your choice, very low key.
Low key sounds lovely! Our congregation is huge. But that does have other advantages, like a large and friendly families group and a professional education staff. And three Rabbis, so if you don't click with one you might enjoy another. I like all three of the ones we have now, though.
The anti-whine update is that I got the call back while seated quietly at my desk and we got our first choice date. And I booked one of the two social halls just in case, but can cancel that once we start actually planning the event in the distant future.
Oh, whiney I am. Writing undercover because of the ugliness. The parental estate should be easy-peasy to divide up, because they went and got everything worked out with lawyers years ago. But one person is trying to snag large chunks for himself, has openly said he won't give another beneficiary her share, has openly said the other beneficiaries don't deserve their full shares, yadda.
AW: Legally and morally, this person is wrong in so many ways.
W: But he's evidently going to have to learn that the hard way, which is a huge pain in the ass with bonus anxiety.
AW: This person is so freaking stupid and transparent about wanting to grab assets that it would be funny if it wasn't for real.
W: We trusted him, thought he was a good guy, only to discover he wants to betray us. And with this set of disputes looming, all the awful circumstances around my parent's death are back at the surface.
AW: There is a plan. We run a clean ship, and we've got the law and the facts. And, there is nothing like a common enemy to foster solidarity.
W: This is an embarassingly privileged whine. Never expected to inherit anything, but I had gotten used to the idea of paying off some big loans and finally socking something away for retirement. [Do I know how to party, or what?] But I have no stomach for betrayal and greediness.
So sorry I missed last week--belated welcome to the mini-baboo!
Madeleine--I'm glad you got your first choice date. Our last event is in two years and I'm still in denial wrt planning:-).
On to the whines:
I am working as a volunteer on an event. I have a specific role--let's call it sprocket design/sale. The woman coordinating the event likes to tell me "You're gonna wanna do 'this' or 'that'" where 'this' or 'that' may/may not even be directly related to (my definition of) my role! (I believe her definition of my role includes anything she thinks I should do.) I can't stand when anyone tells me what I'm 'gonna wanna' do--it's the toddler in me.
I don't have too much trouble saying "no" but she seems to have trouble hearing it!
Snuggly Girl has my sympathies on the retainer mold-taking. Bark, every. single. time. That thing was too big for my mouth! And that stuff tastes terrible!
AW: choruses of angels are singing because Mini-Baboo is such a good nurser. After the pumping extravaganza for the Sweet Baboo, I am overjoyed.
W: However: message to my boobs: really, she's pretty small. She doesn't need so much milk. You can slow down now, really. Ouch.
AW: grandparently visitors to help with the Sweet Baboo and cook me supper.
W: However, could I have some fireplacing space? Stop asking me questions, stop commenting on x/y/z, just let me be, please.
AW: Hubby is getting marginally enough sleep and is mostly functional.
W: But, sheesh, how come he needs so much sleep to be marginally functional, and how is going to get it when the visitors leave?
Esperanza, yay on the nursing. And may I recommend refrigerated cabbage leaves if you are still over-producing in a painful way. Blissful relief, even though it sounds weird...
:)Neighbor Lady
p.s. And sorry to a nonny moose on the familial angst.
Familial angst! Saying "no" and not being heard! Engorgement! It's a bang up week at WW.
Braces off! Teeth all smooth and lined-up! Gooey caramel and chewing gum!
My mom just left and esperanza, I hear you on the non-stop comments and questions. Tell them the nursing hormones are making you all sensitive and they really must stop talking in your presence. Just Stop. But in a nice way.
AW: http://prop8trialtracker.com/2010/01/31/you-cant-turn-the-lights-off/
yay, mini-baboo! ouchie, mama! NL has the cure for the boobals; and i think madeleine is right about telling the grandparents that mama needs a time out and some quiet, already. you could threaten to show your stitches if they don't back away quietly. [you're too nice for that, and so was i, but perhaps a reference to them might work.]
yay, madeleine, for the braces off and the ceremony scheduled! i didn't have orthodontia myself, but know from dental impressions, so please give SG a chocolate old-fashioned donut on my behalf. that is my tried and true revenge on the dental profession.
yay, emily, for volunteering! if she can't hear you say "no," then it all balances out if you can't hear her say, "you should do this totally unrelated thing," right?
yay, liz, for that clip!
i wish the weather would get its act together. the gloom seems to be affecting me more than usual.
all the leaves are brown,
and the sky is gray. dreamin'
california, not.
W: My mother is back in the hospital, with anemia.
AW: Looks like it's just caused by an ulcer, rather than something more serious. Should get to go home tomorrow.
oh, hugs to elizabeth! and hope your mom is doing ok.
Elizabeth, what a scare. I hope your mom feels better quickly.
Wow. So many worthy whines already. Sorry Elizabeth - hope your Mom is feeling better soon. Esperanza - definitely the cabbage leaves. They really work. You may smell a bit like sauerkraut, but perhaps that will keep annoying visitors at bay. Double Bonus!!
Sorry about the family crap Nonny Moose. That's enough to make anyone bark.
Madeleine, thanks for taking the time to host during such a busy week, especially when the potential for Mouth-Mold Barkage is so high. You are a goddess.
Whine: Same old. Big Brother (aka Mr.-I'm-Watching-Every-Word-On-Your-Blog) let me know that something completely non-descript was "disturbing" to him on my blog.
Argh. Make that a Double Argh despite the early hour (as in, before noon)
AW: I'm taking today off because I'm so far over my allotted doctor-approved hours that it's ridiculous. Honest, I'm trying SO hard to stick to those 40 hours. Not happening so much. Anyway, I'm off today!!!
AW: Massage!
Sue, so glad you managed to get a day off, with massage! What the @#$%? is wrong with Mr. I Read Your Blog Even Though I Don't Like It? Simple solution, dude.
good for taking the day off, sue! and the massage! you already know how i feel about mr. bossy. we may as well make him a regular stop on the cluestick run.
I agree kathy - an everyday cluesticking *might* buy this guy a clue. It's a long shot, but it would be so much fun to try.
Oh A Nonny Moose - that just sucks.
And Madeleine - oh so busy, glad the the bat mitzvah is off to a good start. Sympathy to SG - that mold is so yucky.
Emily - don't you hate it when volunteering feels like no good deed goes unpunished?
Elizabeth - thinking good thoughts for your mom.
Sue - not sure how much you blog, but perhaps a week of unpublished posts if the urge to write it there. I usually do this out of sloth more than planning, but my few 'ardent' admirers forget about me. Good for you on the massage and trying to work less.
Whine: I hate that I am trying so hard to be quiet. At work. With my husband's work. I should just stop the whine now. Hate the self-censorship.
Anti-whine: I must admit the new snow is pretty. It will be prettier when it melts.
Sarah - "I must admit the new snow is pretty. It will be prettier when it melts." Story. of. my. life. Very well said, fellow pixie.
The massage - um - OUCH!!! Different massage therapist this time. She's actually related by marriage and VERY good at what she does. She works out of a sports clinic and generally works on elite athletes.
When she was finished, she said, "I'm really sorry. You're going to hurt tomorrow."
That's probably not a good sign, right? One generally doesn't expect the massage therapist to APOLOGIZE after the session. And yes, I already know I'm going to hurt tomorrow.
~off to soak in epsom salts~
So many things very nearly complete but nothing quite finished and not quite finishable without input from particularly unhelpful colleagues and officials.
Important documents lost in transit, unresponsive participants and everchanging deadlines.
Also, it's really fireplacing cold here these days.
I'll be back later to read and commiserate.
sarah -- biting your own tongue off is not a good thing. hugs and chocolate to you!
days for some kind of prize; her brief whine is compact and weighty.
sue, i so want to see your massage therapist. the stress monkeys are threatening to crawl off my back and out my ears, so clobbering them sounds good. maybe i should do something about that...
kathy - as much as it hurt at the time, it is going to help. Next time when I'm thinking "OUCH THAT HURT" I'll think of her clobbering the stress monkeys. Good image....
Grumpy. No good reason. That is all. For now.
--Neighbor Lady
more of the same-as-yesterday, with increased helpings of: two year old unreasonableness, postpartum hormones, marital cranky pants, and people-who-are-trying-to-help-but-aren't.
Taking a nap before Mini Baboo gets hungry again.
{{{{{{{{{esperanza}}}}}}}}}
I hope you got that nap.
Hugs to Esperanza. Hope tomorrow is better.
And I love the idea of clobbering the stress monkeys.
W/AW: I just want to watch TV. While this is easy, it is mostly unsatisfying and I think making me feel worse. Sort of like eating too much sugar.
((((esperanza))))
The massage therapist was right. Um, ouch.
Kitteh with very high blood sugars again. ~sigh~ not good numbers at all. Also, right back to the RunnyStinky pooks. Seriously not fun.
In the last 48 hours alone, I have received 28 emails and 7 phone calls about the familial angst. This is not a fun week.
My boss's boss demanded that I use PTO for my late arrival this snowy, icy AM.
Which I was going to do WITHOUT his demanding it. I mean, WTF?
Liz - that is just WRONG. Srsly. Would he prefer that you drive very quickly and dangerously on icy roads so as to arrive on time? NO WAY should that be PTO - no way. Maybe it's a Canadian thing, but when the roads are bad, you just expect people to be late and celebrate when they get there safely.
Yeah, well, hereabouts the mgmt doesn't care that a) schools are closed due to the weather and b) the roads not under VDOT control are icy.
The thing that gets up my nose is that he didn't ask "were you planning on doing PTO or making up the hours?" NO! He demanded I take PTO. Like I was trying to steal time from the company.
Last Wednesday, I got home from teaching and was really sick -- like, fleece jammies, three fleece blankets, and a cup of tea, but still freezing and aching sick. I rallied, but it sucked.
Last night, I developed the Same Exact Symptoms. WTF? Now I have to go teach shortly, and I can't call in sick. I *must* go, but I'm so achy and cold. Blech. I wish I had a movie to show my students (and yes, I already looked for something topical and relevant).
cluesticks to liz's boss. what a fireplacing jerk. [i have no idea of your setup at work, but if there is an HR department, they should hear of this.]
amy, hope you are feeling better. maybe you can do the traditional open discussion and early dismissal.
I let them out early on Monday, but I might do it again because I seriously feel like calling in dead tonight. (If I were a full-timer, I might, but as a part-timer, I only get to cancel once per semester without penalty, and I'm so saving that one.)
Sigh.
Liz, when I was young and had someone who clearly needed a cluesticking, an old friend of mine always used to say he'd "do it for gas money." No other compensation necessary. I think I ought to call him on your behalf, eh?
Better today...a little more sleep, a little more helpful people, a little more reasonableness on my part, and a Sweet Baboo who is being sweet again. Mini Baboo is doing great. No one told me how much easier a full term baby is!
oops, my bad. hey, esperanza? full-term babies tend to be easier, in a lot of ways. be ready for mini-baboo to meet milestones on time, and be ready for that to feel *really* early.
Potential whine in the offing: MM's party was cancelled due to snow this past sunday...and now the weather frogs are forecasting a 12 to 20 inch snowpocalypse for this weekend (which was our rescheduled date). THIS SUCKS.
OMG liz, all of our snow must be landing on you. So sorry. Is MM going to be really sad, or is it mostly logistical headaches?
I have fresh apple pie if it will ease any of the busy, snowy, cranky, pooky, sickly angst this week. So many many worthy whines!
My kids are so easily amused that sprinkling salt on the icy driveway is enough to keep them entertained. The sprinkling, the melting and the slipping around has kept them busy (and outdoors!) most of the evening. It's a nice change from the "I'm bored"s that have been choking this household for days.
yeah, amy. Mini Baboo is what? 9 days old? And she can turn to either side from her back, and has been able to do so for several days now. Yikes. We may be in trouble.
Sympathies to all other whines. I don't mean to be so self-absorbed.
Oh ick for weather-related party delays and feeling chills and general bleh. All bad. All whineable offenses to the pixie wonderland we all dream of. (Why yes, I ended that sentence with a preposition. Why do you ask? :)
Whine: Came home after work and workout to find out that not one, but TWO visitors (aside from my FIL who chooses not to notice) were in the condo today.
One: The plumbing guy to check out a few warranty things to be done. Him - meh, I don't care so much.
Two: Our doctor, who generally comes over to see my husband on his lunch hour as needed. Hubby hurt his hip a few weeks ago, so doc stopped in today to check it out.
Why the whine: MY HOUSE LOOKED LIKE A BARN!!! The laundry room had cat-litter waiting to be swept up. The kitchen - OMG - do NOT ask about the kitchen. Ugh. I haven't asked, but I really hope he didn't use the master bath. All of my morning "stuff" was still out. The make up, the straightening iron, the hair dryer - all of it.
Honestly, this place looked like a bunch of frat boys live here. Why? Because I've had zero time to clean anything - those 20 hours of overtime can do that to a once lovely condo. ~sigh~
Anti-whine: As I talked loudly and quickly about how terribly embarrassing it was to have company while the house was such a mess, hubby sat and watched (and laughed) while I cleaned the place top to toe in about half an hour of crazed-cleaning-frenzy-what-if-anyone-else-stops-by (deep breath) and........scene.
Pixies, I ask you, am I a crazy woman for needing the house to be clean for the plumber?
Yes, but in a good way.
We have another date picked if the party is called (again) on account of snow. MM is cool with it, since the date is there in the calendar and he knows we're not going to just let it slide.
Esperanza, MiniBaboo is a fireplacing prodigy! Rolling over already???
Sue - I cleaned my house today because a kindergartner was coming over.
I am actually thinking she should come over weekly - the house looks nicer. At least we can be crazy together.
Mini Baboo is going to keep you on your toes, Esperanza.
Interesting news, pixies. Right as my class was starting, the college had a campus-wide power outage and they had to close campus, so I got to come home. Yay!
But I probably will get docked tonight's pay. Boo!
And I'm so sick that I can't sleep. Boo!
But at least my cat is hangin' with me. Yay!
Get well soon, Amy.
Hugs to all the pixies.
Update to last weeks whine is that yes, we are all sick. My husbad i son the mend, and the little guy seems to be doing better from his ear infection. I got antibiotics two nights ago for my sinus infection, but my ears would like to not be forgotten so they kept me up all night last night hurting enough to make me cry. When the doctor opens this morning I will call, but what can they do when you're already taking medicine that should be treating the problem? Ouch.
Amy, if they dock your pay when it was THEIR power outage and you were on campus and ready to work, then (at least in the States) you have a right to bring a complaint.
Ditto on the "How can they dock your pay?" incredulity, though without liz's actual useful information.
My Love would clean up the house if a Kindergartner was coming over. He recently moved my stash of grocery totes because a 10 year old was coming over for 15 minutes before the school bus pickup. I mean really, he could have stuffed all of them into one so they looked neat-ish. He didn't need to banish them to the basement.
Hugs to the up-all-night sick Pixies. That just isn't fair. I hope your antibiotics kick in soon, JenR.
Thanks Liz and Sarah - good to know I'm not, you know, REALLY crazy or anything..........
Sarah - I would totally clean my house for a kindergartner. Totally.
Amy - what Liz and others have said. Get you're pay!
Sorry for all the bleh. Let's hope the barks and pooks are kept to a minimum.
Actually, I woke up today feeling ick. Tummy ick. Might have something to do with a totally awful meeting I have to attend at 5:00 today. Bleh.
I just sent an email to the department chair to find out about the pay. We'll see.
JenR -- maybe you need a different antibiotic?
Amy--I hope you get paid!
Esperanza--keep your eyes on mini-baboo, before she rolls away:-).
Sympathies to all suffering pixies--sending virtual chicken soup.
Just to clarify: the mini prodigy is not turning all the way over. But if you lay her on her back (you know, to keep her safe) then she can roll onto her left side, snooze for a while, roll to her back and then to her right side for further snoozage. Her head probably comprises half of her body weight, so once you get that turned around, the scrawny little butt follows, I guess.
New AW: no bark or pook here. Seems like all my friends and pixies are afflicted.
liz -- another snowpocalypse? not fair!
sue -- i think the plumber will forgive you. but i hate it when someone pops in and the house looks destroyed.
mini-baboo is a prodigy!
amy and jenr and others suffering illnesses -- hope you feel better soon!
W: motivation and sense of humor misplaced -- if found, please return. bonus cat pook and hormones.
AW: i found a local source for GS cookies, and have placed a large order. klee was my source last year [yay, klee!], but probably shipping 3,000 miles is not the most carbon-friendly way. unless one really really needs some thin mints, in which case the carbon load is offset by the Cloud of Happiness and a promise to plant a tree or something. that's my theory, and i'm sticking to it.
Oh JenR - hope your household feels better soon.
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