It's September, so I guess it's time for back-to-school whines.
Feel free to whine here about helicopter parents, impossible schedules, inexperienced teachers, bullies, negligent parents, burned-out teachers, lack of affordable child care, overpriced textbooks, and the ever-present fear of having no one to eat lunch with.
Or about anything else on your mind. Especially the bodily fluids -- bodily fluids are always in season around here. Nothing too big or too petty.
Should we be inviting the folks bitching over at Her Bad Mother to whine over here?
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I'm going to whine that I forgot to brag last week that I had a great bloggy playdate with our gracious hostess!
AW: I'm at work three miles from home.
W: Paperwork.
AW: MM loves his new school, his new teacher, his new classroom, and riding the bus.
oh, great news, liz! except the paperwork, of course.
elizabeth -- sure, all whiners welcome!
back to whine later.
Whines:
a) Sarah.
b) Hanna.
c) Other assorted assy women impacting my day-to-day life.
Antiwhines:
a) Baby MC (who waves bye-bye to everything all the time, and then tries to patty-cake with the cat)
b) Little Miss S (who wants to be "the king" when she grows up)
c) Other assorted awesome women impacting my day-to-day life.
So in all, good, on the balance. :)
Hugs for DMD...dealing with people who make life harder, never fun. I am trying to approach the new school year as opportunity--maybe this year I'll be more social, less worried, more forward, successful :)
AW: My daughter started 2nd grade. No tears. (I have low expectations on new situations for her. As long as she's not clinging to my leg sobbing, we're all good.)
Whine: Went to meet the teacher day at preschool for my son. One person from last year's class in this year's class. (this is a small school). So almost all new kids. My son was nervous.
AW: Found out 3 parents requested their kid be in class with my son. None of the requests were honored. But it makes me feel better about his/our social-ness last year.
W: I didn't know we could or were supposed to request rooms by friends.
AW: It is September. This baby is coming out soon! Anyone else think it odd to have almost no Braxton-Hicks contractions yet? (35 weeks)
oh, DMD is showing some kind of classy style today!! the report on baby MC alone has made my whole day. :)
antiwhine: we had a wonderful dinner last night with daughter, daughter's best friend from college, and best friend's parents, whom we had not met. but they are great! and they live nearby! so, i'm hoping we keep in touch after the girls return to their college in another state, in a couple weeks.
whine:
the fleas. cats. former
feral cats uncatchable.
hubs seeking a net.
antiwhine: after only 10 months, i'm wearing the dingbat former ferals down. if i sit in the special chair where they have decided i'm safe, they will eat bits of snack out of my hand. but nobody else [with or without a net] is allowed to be in the room, and i cannot move from the chair. the upright position is verboten. this probably doesn't sound as funny as it seems to me.
whine: can we agree that issues matter, and get this freaking election over with already?
sarah -- great news about no tears, and it is wonderful that parents wanted their kids to be with your son! and sending good baboo vibes.
Yay--a place to whine!
Spent last weekend camping in Vermont (that's an antiwhine). On the way home, detoured through very pastoral country to a fantastic raptor (think hawks, owls, etc.) rescue center (also an antiwhine, especially for Neighbor Boy, who a year ago decided he wants to be an animal rescuer when he grows up--he's 4 now). On the way through beautiful towns, managed to get a speeding ticket going 42 miles an hour through a 25 speed-trap zone on the way out of Woodstock Vermont. Going with traffic flow, but with out of state plates. D'oh!
(That's the whine). Resulting insurance rate hike, etc. along with a semi-gleeful (Neighbor Guy's description) snotty (my description) cop--also the whines. Found out later that Woodstock is apparently known for its speedtrap which nets a reported more than 100K a year for the town. Maybe I should google all the small towns before I visit? at least from out of state?
Sigh.
in other whines-- we all got eaten alive by mosquitos, despite long sleeves, long pants, and repellent. Now Neighbor Boy says he has a headache (which he never complains of) and I do too, and so of course I am googling lovely topics like EEE, against the advice of Neighbor Guy, who thinks such googling is bad for my health. Of course he's right.
But still.
Whine of bodily fluids: Getting one's period while tent camping in what may or may not be bear country.
Antiwhine: Not being eaten by bears!
Antiwhine: S'mores.
That's all by me. Hugs to the pixies.
:) Neighbor Lady
Here I am!
Back from my hiatus due to evil work ban!!
And do you want to hear something funny? People that I work with actually e-mailed IS to complain that they could no longer get on game sites, blog sites, photo sharing sites.... the list goes on. Really? I mean obviously I was majorly freaking out - but seriously? You thought there was nothing wrong with sending an e-mail that pretty much states, "I would like you to help me be less productive at work?" So I guess my AW is that I'm thankful I'm not that stupid.
DMD - can Baby MC come hang out with me??? that is just too cute.
Sarah - I never had any movement or BHContractions with my first. The only reason I knew she was still in there was she got the hiccups after I ate anything. In fact, I lied to my dr every visit. "uh-huh. I totally feel the baby move." Really Diane? that's what you want to lie to the dr about? the health of your baby?
Nice.
No whines I can think of - still pregnant - still waddling - still feel like I have a hand trying to come out of my crotch. But- I'll take it!
neighbor lady totally has the bodily fluids vote sewn up so far, with her account of camping and not being eaten by bears!
nominate diane for best work story of the week.
and sarah -- it has been so long that i'm not reliable, but i don't remember B-H contractions until the last couple weeks. but it varies; my friend had them for 2 months.
Whine: Very light whining this week. I can't believe all is well with the world, so I'm wondering if it's my hosting. Should I have baked cookies?
Anti-whine: Just got very cool professional opportunity for next week.
Whine: Got it because my colleague who was asked couldn't do it, and I'm having major inadequacy schtick issues.
elizabeth! you are great! eat the cookies yourself, because the inadequacy is unfounded.
sending along a batch for you, and one to share, because that never hurts.
I am collecting dissertation data.
Frankly, that is my WHINE and (antiwhine) combined. It's going okay, after a lousy start, but the whole thing will be eating my brain from now until September 30.
And the meetings, gads the meetings, eat my life.
But, ya know, graduating still appeals, it's startling to be less bloody hot, and someday my white horse (prince optional, but I like horses) will come, so I am keeping my chin up...
Whine: I didn't remember that it was Wednesday until just a few minutes ago.
AW: Not much to whine about.
Whine: I dropped the report from the trigger point injection doc to my family doc yesterday. I haven't heard from him, but he was so grumpy, now I'm nervous about my appointment with him next Wednesday.
Anti-whine: Hubby has an appointment the same time as I do next week. He said if family doc is a jerk about my treatment, hubby has a cane, and he's willing to use it as a cluestick. (not really, but it was nice of him to offer, right?)
Whine: Stupid political bullsh*t is the only thing on tv this week.
PMS. Need chocolate.
kthxbai.
I just now remembered it was Wednesday too. Silly Labor Day holiday.
Whine of the baboo's bodily fluids: the snot can stop anytime now. Really. Ten days is plenty. I gave in and took her to the lung doctor today...good news is that her oxygen levels were fine (whew), no infections, etc. Bad news is that we just have to put up with the snot till it goes away or something gets worse. Fun.
Whine for me is that I now have too much to do this week--another trip for treatment for the baboo ate up Sunday through Tuesday, then doctor visit ate up much of today. That leaves work in the next two days. Saturday is husband's birthday.
Whew. Hugs to all whiners.
sue -- if the doc is grumpy and hubs is shy, i suggest that we officially designate you to deliver the Fearsome Cluestick of the United Pixies. also a large, spitting razzberry [you may need coaching -- got a first or second-grader handy?]. you got the results!
here is to redzil's white horse, and may it bring dissertation data.
brevity award nomination to miranda. also 5 lbs. of ghirardelli.
ooh, esperanza has a good candidate for bodily fluids, too. or old skool. in any event, i think we can all join in esperanza's pride, with her sweet baboo contributing so mightily to the strategic national snot reserve.
AW: all growth scans and tests show that mah bay-bay is healthy and growing well.
W: 4 weeks to go, and i'm kind of tired of this already.
W: and i think i just peed my pants a little.
(@sarah, i've had BH contractions since about 24 weeks, but i've heard that not all women get them. i didn't have a single one during my first pregnancy.)
fleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeas fleas fleas ohmideargoddess fleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeas!!!!!!!
Stupid cats.
I just remembered it was Wed too. These long weekends confuse me no end.
Sarah, I'll join the chorus of no BH contractions. At 29 weeks I had REAL contractions and then another 5.5 weeks of bedrest (fun!) before the twins came.
Uccelina...fleas are horrible buggies and need to be put out of YOUR misery asap. Call an exterminator and get out of the house for a day. It is the only thing that works.
OK, my week was not good. Shocking, huh? Let's start with my lying bitchy hormonal daughter. I'm giving her away free to a good home. PLEASE. TAKE HER. Because I don't think I can take much more of her attitude. This weeks episode of "I can't tell the truth" started with her once again lying as to where she was. At her scummy boyfriends house every night this week, she told me she was with a friend who lies for her, but is a terrible liar. So I caught her for the 4th time this month. GROUNDED for a full month. I'm ruining her life, she cries. Boo hoo hoo. I have no sympathy.
Then I found a glass pot pipe and a roach clip, both well used in her purse while looking for her social sec. card to put back in the records. I took it and she was furious. It was a gift! she cries. She is such a freaking stoner.
So I tell her I'm going to start drug testing her, and she tells me she's going to move out. I retort that if she leaves without my permission, it's running away and I'll put her in a residential program. She won't call my bluff. I've already done it once before for running away. That is something I WILL NOT tolerate.
So, she's been a real delight.
My son got all mouthy on me and I let him have it. Took away his computer keyboard and mouse. Heh.
Oh, and my job? I couldn't do it fast enough for the shift they wanted me, mostly because I have to pee all the time from the Lasix. So they're waiting for a req for another shift before I can work again.
So outraged over Sarah Palen I'm about to lose my brain. WTF? I've expressed myself on my blog. Liberally.
Son has grown 5" and 25 lbs over the summer. He went from a men's medium shirt to a mens XL shirt. This means whole new wardrobe...again. This has GOT to stop.
Only bodily fluids I can report on are my own. Had a major case of the drizzlin' shits (points to anyone that gets the literary reference) this week due to my old friend stress.
Oh, AW? My drowned plants are coming back to life. In Sept. But they are producing tomatoes which is a good thing.
Oh, and I forgot my son's knee. He messed up his knee last week and now it looks like surgery is in his future. FUN! We have appointments up the yinyang.
Can I add cat pee to the fleas? Cat pee on my purse? And on the comfy chair?
Oh, and I was so distracted by the cat pee that I forgot to take my bottles for pumping, so now I am pumping into the one bottle I have stashed in my desk at work, and I don't know how I'm going to get through the rest of the day. This week sucks and I want it to be over.
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