Hi pixies!
It's been a long, weird week, and I am ready for the whining to start.
So far the poor dog got sicker, then better, then sicker again. Stepping out of bed into a fresh (warm) pile of dog yak is NOT how I prefer to start weekend mornings. I've spent twice my rent on dog hospital bills this month, and at this point would give a kidney for her to Just Feel Better.
Work is working, sort of. The dissertation is looming, largely. And I wanna hear what you guys are up to. Let the whining, whinging, and wailing begin!
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Redzils, I'm so sorry about your pooch. It's hard when a pet you really love is sick, and then you usually have the added stress of people hassling you for how much time/money you've spent on the sick animal. Or, at least, that's what I've experienced.
As for me, here's my early anti-whine: all the pixies that came out of the woodwork with offers of help.
corresponding whine: I have no idea, really, how to go about making the most of their help.
sorry that's so cryptic.
unrelated whine: four-year-old with pink-eye.
Olivia Helen was born at 9:31 on 9/15.
At first I thought they were taking a cow out of me because they just kept saying ,"Wow! We've got a big one here! Ooh! What a big baby." Seriously - I thought. "Jesus! How big are we talking??" But she was 8lb 14 oz so while she may not be a 10 lb baby, I'm still happy I had the C-section.
In other news - my husband is an idiot.
Did you all know that "babies aren't supposed to spit up." and here's another gem -"that's what you do - when babies wake up you are supposed to feed them" (no, there was no crying involved in this waking up).
Amy - as much of an idiot as my husband is, I don't know what I would do this week without him. It would be incredibly sucky to watch my 3 yr old and newborn at the same time. I wish you all the luck I can spare. I would love to send you some toddler listening skills and pre-schooler helping out skills but mine apparently has none to spare. If any of the other pixies are able to perform an exorcism on my first born I'll gladly take it (and yes, I am definitely re-thinking the decision I made three years ago to name her Regan).
Anyways here is my whine of the week: The Leaking. I'm formula feeding and the leaking is just unbearable. I look like some bad cartoon of the unkempt housewife. Should I be excited that this is my first time I brought fluids to the party?
What's new with all of you?
Congrats, Diane! And I think leaking definitely deserves an award.
Amy--I'd ask for dinner to be brought, if it were me.
As for me, we are anticipating a baptism and birthday extravaganza at our house. (The Sweet Baboo turns one next Wednesday, so that antiwhine can wait). We have TWELVE, count them, TWELVE family members coming. While exciting, our house is just not that big. They aren't all staying with us, but still. My inner introvert is quaking in her boots already. It will be fun, I'm sure. And then I will be tired.
Another whine: I think I have bees making honey in the wall of my house. There is a bee shortage around here, so I'm reluctant on the one hand to evict them. On the other hand, there are bees in my wall. And their front door is right by my front door. Bug man is coming tomorrow.
Antiwhine: the word "oxygen" has not appeared in my whine for two weeks in a row.
Mazel tov to diane! Hooray on the joyous arrival of Olivia!
Many hugs to amy, and kicks in the nether region to all around her who upset the mother-to-be.
I'm pretty good this week, except for the jerkhole student I have who has, so far in the first 16 days of school: hit me, kicked me, run from me, clawed me, spit on me, and stabbed me with a pencil. This kid is some piece of work, let me tell you. We call this "oppositional defiance." And this is all the "major stuff."
Whine: I have an icky work travel schedule.
Anti-whine: The location is just wonderful
Whine: My mom has backed out of watching the kinder because they stress her out.
Anti-whine: The kids' father has offered to see if he can get the time off from the boss and come stay here.
Anti-whine: It would be really nice if that worked out because not only do they miss their father but he could be their loved one for he school"lunch with a loved one."
welcome to the world, baby olivia! congratulations, diane!
hugs to rezils, amy, and miranda. bees in the walls is prize-worthy, esperanza.
klee, that student sounds very troubled, and it is hard to see how that behavior is tolerable for anyone else in the classroom. cluesticks to whichever administrators are not working to get this situation solved.
antiwhine: i'm on vacation! visiting friends for a few days! in a part of the country i've never visited! i never do this, and it's fun!
next week, the work avalanche of doom. today, however, i'm busy with better things.
Today's whine is brought to you by the letter "D" for daycare! So according to the teachers, he has not cried "too much", although they admit he has been needy and whiny. He has only managed two 20 minute naps each day (normal is two 2 hour naps) and at most 10 ounces of formula in four separate feedings (normal is 20 during those hours).
Antiwhine... he has not cried on drop off. At least I don't have to hear him cry as I walk away.
oh, jenr, that's got to be hard on mama. I'd say that not sleeping or eating enough would account for "needy and whiny." At least it does for me!
And the insect update: "southern yellow jackets" in the walls, not honey bees. So I have no qualms about evicting them. Except we can't use the front door for 24 hours. Hopefully I'll remember.
Congrats Diane! Welcome Olivia!!
An early-bird congrats to Sweet Baboo for the first birthday next week. Yay!!!
Whine: Last Thursday my book deal was yanked out from under me.
I have been co-authoring a book with a friend who is co-publisher of a fairly large North American company based in British Columbia.
The book was ADVERTISED ON THEIR FIREPLACING WEB SITE WITH MY NAME ON IT AS THE CO-AUTHOR just two weeks ago.
Then, last Thursday, I was informed (not by my friend,*cough* fireplacing coward, but by some dude in Toronto) that "my material was too liberal and too conversational" for the book and my part (several chapters) was being re-assigned.
Fireplacers.
The web site is down now for obvious reasons.
My co-author, who is also an editor for the company actually said to me about a month ago "This will be the best book in the series" BECAUSE of the contrast between his style, which is more didactic, and mine, which is like sitting down and having a conversation with me.
To say the least, I feel gutted like a trout.
My friend betrayed me. I asked so many times for a contract to sign and he kept saying, "I'll get that out to you right away" and it never happened. He also should have been sending the material to the official editors in Toronto as the writing was happening, not when the whole freakin' thing was finished.
It was good work. And good writing. I know that. I'm so gun-shy right now, a blank page makes me break out in a sweat. It's going to be a LONG time before I risk writing anything but sermons. A very very long time.
Oh Sue, that stinks to high heaven. I'm so sorry.
Whine: feeling overwhelmed at work.
Anti-whine: no one but me expects me to get everything on my list done.
??: Taking Monday and Tuesday off to spend with visiting parents.
thanks elizabeth - I know so well that feeling of being overwhelmed and I totally understand the way we put pressure on ourselves that no one else does. Be kind to yourself.
Old Skool Whine: The petite section at popular department store that isn't as nice as Ma*ys or Tar*et. Why is it assumed that anyone under 5 foot 4 wants to wear frumpy old lady clothes? Why?
Another Old Skool: Up here in Canada we don't have Ma*ys or Tar*et!!!!
(((Sue)))
On the clothes front, do you have Nordstr0ms? I love their petites department.
hugs to jenr -- the cries of the babe tear at one's heart. the changes in eating and sleeping with something new will, cross fingers, work themselves out shortly.
elizabeth -- have a good couple days off, and if nobody else thinks you can do the impossible, may as well go with it. :)
(((( sue )))) that suckity suck sucks about the book. big time. but you know, big publishing houses with sucky editors are not the *only* places one can write. to heck with 'em.
claiming solidarity on the perpetual whine of the petites of a certain age. most of my "finds" are suitable for teens, and let's just say i'm well past the due date on that demographic.
Once our election's over, I'll try to put up a post about clothes I love and the places I've bought 'em.
Negative on the Nordstrom's Liz - but I think they deliver to Canada. But then there's the shipping costs....bleh.
Votes for Diane for Teh Leaking. Brings back memories. I had enough milk for every Ben & Jerry's location in the world. It was insane.
I was in a wedding party four weeks after giving birth to Fabulous and the dresses were (you knew this was coming) satin.
Ugh. The leakage, the sweating, the extra twenty pounds....worst. wedding. experience. evar.
So I totally get your leakage woes. I hope it eventually balances out for you and the bebeh.
Kathy - you should get a prize of your own. I wanted to tell Sue exactly how much her whine truly sucks and I just couldn't think of a way. Your 'suckity suck sucks' totally sums up my sentiments.
Sue - Thanks! and see previous thought to Kathy.
Sue, that is just, well, sucky. Blech on the whole thing.
And now for a petty, whiny whine from me. The aforementioned extravaganza at our house this weekend? BIL is coming and is offering to cook supper Saturday night. Nice, huh? It would be, but...he want special ingredients that require a special trip to the special store. It would be FAR easier just to cook the hamburgers I had already planned on myself than fetch everything he wants in order to "help" me. I'm so mean. And whiny.
Oh, for the love of pearl, why do people think they're helping when their offer involves you doing something for them first? esperanza, your complaint is not mean. he's being difficult.
Everyone else has brought the suckiness. I'll bring some extra fluids.
Whine: Ragweed. Or a cold. Maybe both? At any rate my nose is a faucet and my throat is a river and and and
Anti-whine: If it's a cold it should go away soon, right? Right? And if it is ragweed it will go away when we get a good frost.
Whine: Frost time approaching.
Anti-whine: Gorgeous and warm today.
Please just award me with the Pit of Despair Cloud. The reason I deserve that award is because I am looking at possible orthopedic surgery.
All because I walked out my front door tonight. Stupid weak fireplacing metatarsal.
Oh no Miranda! I'm so sorry. That definitely sucketh.
Vote for Sue.
And Diane, I commiserate. It is now nearly 6 years since I stopped pumping and I still have leakage. Here's hoping your faucets actually stop flowing.
Miranda, OUCH! I hope that it turns out to be a sprain.
Madeleine, I love me my Zyrt3c. I hope that something similar works for you.
And now the dishwasher is broken.
Last night's whine from the babe: I'm hot! Cold! Hot! What is this goo running out of my nose? Achoo! Cough. Blech. My mouth hurts! Wah!!
Translation from the mom: Fever, runny nose, congested, coughing, sneezing, teething, food not staying in the tummy where it belongs. All at once. Yipee.
But... The fever came down by morning, the nose isn't quite as drippy, and at least one tooth poked through.
Antiwhine/Yay from the mom: Some combination of all that and Tylen0l made him sleep 10pm-6am for the first time ever. Eight hours of sleep! Yay!!!
Oh, esperanza. A house full of guests and a broken dishwasher. Eeeesh.
Well, now you know what to say to BIL-who-wants-to-help: "See that pile of dishes?"
Hugs and infant tylenol to jenr and her poor little babe.
And much sympathy to Miranda. On top of the pain and the surgery and the inconvenience, she's going to have to talk to an orthopedic surgeon. My mom claims that of all the doctors she's met in her life, they are the most unpleasant. Apologies if anyone has a loved one in that profession.
madeleine, as someone who worked for 15 years in a hospital setting, with plenty of contact with surgeons - I would have to agree. The biggest tantrums always came from the ortho docs.
I have also heard that about ortho docs, but I have to say my mom just about swoons when she talks about her ortho surgeon. (She fell and injured her hip earlier this year.) I've met the man as well, and I found him more agreeable than two of my current OBs.
If anyone needs an ortho in SE Michigan, feel free to holler. I can get his name for ya.
amy at thetextureofthings dot com
Esperanza, you have our permission to tell you BIL to go shopping his own self. Or to say, thanks, but what would be really helpful is for you to do the dishes.
Miranda, sorry to hear about the foot.
And Liz needs to get some sort of award for 'It is now nearly 6 years since I stopped pumping and I still have leakage.' the horror.
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