I have this memory of titling a whining post this very same title in the not so distant past...
Two Baboos' constant presence + road trip to grandparents' house + returning home to an empty house while Mr E is away on a work trip + Babysitter is away this week = Introvert Overload.
Are there any extravert whining pixies? It seems like we introverts are in the majority around here.
What's happening in your inner and outer worlds?
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AW: MIL came home from the hospital today.
W: I'm guessing she will be going back soon. Most of what she ate for lunches is now forbidden foods for her.
Oh, Liz. That's not sounding good. I assume she got some sort of diagnosis, then?
((( Liz )))
I'm an extrovert, and I almost got Dooced a couple of months ago for sticking up for one of my little Girl Scouts who was made fun of by a larger kid. I made a comment on the Book of Faces which OTHER PEOPLE commented on, and I got the blame.
Sometimes, being an extrovert isn't all it's cracked up to be.
I'm technically an introvert, but I score pretty close to the middle on the spectrum, so I do a lot of things that No True Introvert would do.
Happily though, my slight bias toward introversion puts me in the INTJ personality type on the Myers-Briggs inventory. We are apparently the rarest of personality types, and it's a good thing, because whenever those tests give historical, fictional, and celebrity examples of INTJs, it's a who's who of the worst people on the planet. Ayn Rand? Dick Cheney? Professor Moriarty? Ernst Stavro Blofeld? Mussolini? Emperor Palpatine? All present and accounted for! Seriously, little MBPT graphics get shared constantly on Facebook always lists the worst possible person for the INTJ example. The only non-terrible person ever listed is Stephen King. Yes, our shining beacon of goodness is a guy who gleefully kills fictional characters.
ISTJ here, so I'm your neighbor, Andy.
KLee, sorry you got criticized for standing up for a kid. Really?
If people could sleep around here, I would be a much nicer person. Just a suggestion.
Er. I just reread my last sentence. I don't need to be able to sleep around. Let me rephrase:
Around here, if people could sleep, I would be a much nicer person.
Esperanza, I have so much sympathy for your introvert/lack of sleep whines, because those two issues were a big challenge for me at camp (and contributed to the panic attack I had on Saturday afternoon). Also, it turns out that my child is less gregarious than I've previously reported: being among hundreds of people (Including many, many adults who were very much in her face, because they were so excited to see her, and she is very cute) was very stressful for her.
AW: in spite of all the stress (and my panic attack, and the sleeplessness, and the concussion that occurred while I was rushing around and trying to pack for Camp), it was a really, really good week. E made a bunch of friends, and learned so much (she's using words to communicate, instead of practising words while only communicating in whiny noises!)
Biggest AW of all: HOME. My own bed. Mr. Q being home for summer.
Liz, I'm so glad MIL is back home.
I totally get the introvert overload. It's a general theme in my life. Our home has become the cave into which I retreat when overwhelmed by All The Things. All The Time.
INFJ here. Hubby INFP - so clearly, I organize the junk drawer monthly and he laughs at me for doing so.
I hope the sleeping starts to happen around your place esperanza.
Sorry to hear about the panic attack QWP. Ugh. Happy happy news about being home after camp and Mr. Q being home for the summer. WooHoo!
AW: My coffee shop re-opened! The young woman who works the morning drive-thru shift greeted me like I'd been away for a few years. "So how's everything been going?" Big smiles all around. Canadians - an odd lot, yes?
KLee, nothing bad about standing up against bullies.
Andy, I hear Stephen King is a softie and sweetheart in real life.
Esperanza, LOL! Here's to sleep.
QWP, yay for camp; yay for home again.
Sue, very good -- return of the routine caffeine.
W: BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. etc. at 1:00 a.m. Very loudly. Think it was on a dead end street a block away. I called 911 on the theory that gunshots are bad, but [the more likely] firecrackers are bad, too, what with the fire danger here.
Big W: An old friend, D, told the old crew that she has interstitial lung disease. A form of ILD killed my good friend S in January. Scary and upsetting news.
Already there is an insurance battle about additional needed testing (where, not whether to test -- 4 hours travel vs. 12 hours travel).
AW: S's widower is a real mensch; he got some good information together to give to my other friend -- contacts and names to drop, tips and information sites, assessments from a medical insider of specialized programs across the country.
I never heard of ILD before S was sick. It was so startling to have another friend turn up with it. Refining the diagnosis is important, because some kinds have better treatment options. But the basic picture is a progressive and fatal illness. Fireplacing lung disease.
(((kathy))) I'm so sorry to hear about your friend. I hadn't heard of ILD until you shared it with us. Fireplacing lung disease, indeed.
I'm glad S's widower can help out.
((((kathy)))))
-Neighbor Lady
I should be better at dead and dying people. I mean, it happens. There have just been a lot lately, each worthy of attention. But, it's a real thread-stopper.
The up sides -- yep, there are some! -- are that my friend who is sick reached out; that she just wants us to talk and be there for her; and that it is something of a comfort to S's husband to be able to share things they learned on this journey, to help someone he never met.
xoxo
Just because it happens to all of us doesn't make it any easier. And you've had a lot.
W: insomniac 4 year old.
W: Teh Hot is finally here.
I don't know what this is about, but I just had an extended FB comments discussion with the husband of a sister who isn't really speaking to me [but we passive-aggressively have not defriended one another], about high speed rail and related topics such as the interstate highway system.
It was my impression that everybody in her orbit was not allowed to talk to me. Huh.
I guess that was an anti-whine. :)
Yay for Teh Hot! Alas, it has not arrived here yet. All in good time though...
Interesting kathy!! I wonder what that's about...a little family rebellion on BIL's part maybe? Either way, that's good, right?
AW: Hubby's birthday today! He doesn't want to go out for dinner, despite having Brand New Shoes to try out. So, take out it is.
W: Something might have possibly caught fire in the microwave last evening while I was in the kitchen. Allegedly, someone set the time for twice as long as she should have and is once again banished from the Room of Danger.
*sigh*
Sue! How many times do we have to tell you?!?!
Happy Birthday to hubby. Mine prefers take-out to go-out most of the time too. (Perils of small town ministry--any time you leave the house, you're "on")
Happy birthday to your husband, Sue!!!!
Something was sending smoke signals in our toaster oven last night too.. Perhaps our appliances were simply attempting to communicate long distance! :)
I too prefer take out most of the time (see.....introvert.)
:) Neighbor lady
Happy birthday, Sue's Husband!!
Glad to hear I'm not the only one with smoke signals NL!!
Hippo birdie!
Yikes about the kitchen fires, modest though they may be!
AW: Had a very long, very good talk last night with my friend who was diagnosed. 2.5 hours, which basically I have never done with anyone else since high school, if then. I forgot how much she loves to talk! Cannot change the medical stuff, but this, I can do. (Just not every day.)
Esperanza -- yes, I almost lost my job because I stood up for a first grader. I would do it again, too, but this time, I would be a lot more vocal about not agreeing with the reprimand. I did nothing wrong, and just because a discussion happened under the banner of my comment, that does not make me responsible for either those comments or the fallout from the comments. At the time, though -- I was worried that I would be fired, and I need my job. the problem is that we have a very ineffectual leader heading us up right now -- one who would rather make a showy "I'm doing something about this issue!" gesture than really figuring out what the REAL problem is.
Kathy a. -- so sorry about the friend. I know that death and dying is a part of life, but at some point, enough is enough! There is only so much grief one can take at any point... Hope your friend, if they have to go, goes peacefully. Hope S's widower uses his experience to help in whatever way he can.
QWP -- yeesh on the Family Togetherness! My husband has an anxiety disorder, and *hates* family gatherings with a passion. Situations like you describe are common, so I know from whence you come. It doesn't make it any better, and I don't have any practical advice, but you are not alone. (If that helps any...)
There is PLENTY of Teh Hot here. I am still trying to be cautious with our use of electricity to cool down the Overwhelming Hot, but I am not looking forward to this month's electricity bill.
I am contemplating putting up a blog post at my place on something that's bothering me with Offspring. If you're interested, please take a look and let me know your feelings. We've got parents with kids of all ages here, and I am curious to see if your feelings are like mine....
Well, it is time for sno-cones all around. And chocolate!
KLee, we do not shy from offspring issues.
I know that you all will be happy to play host to my Offspring issue, but being that it took me about 80 minutes to write it all out, I figured it was safer (and easier) to post it there. No harm, no foul.
KLee, w/out having seen your post here, I saw your post there. Which is why I put in the spoiler alert for the advice I gave.
I used the word "good" waaaaayyyy too many times in my advice.
AW: Mr E came home today, earlier than expected.
W: Reasons involve a funeral (of course), a duffle bag of pot, and international intrigue.
None of that is as interesting as I made it sound.
Duffle bag of pot and international intrigue -- sounds like a winner! ;)
Liz, you aren't close to winning a grammatical failure award. So cut that out. Sometimes there are many good things to say.
"International" just keep in mind we live 3 hours from an international border. And it's not Canada.
I have a comment up at my place -- thanks to those of you that answered.
For those who don't know the (long) story yet, Offspring is making her way into the world of the (possibly) sexually-active lion's den. Hence, the motherly palpitations and general gnashing of teeth.
On my way to read your post KLee!
You have my attention esperanza - a tale of pot and international intrigue could make my day significantly more interesting than it will likely be. So, do tell....
Or not, that's okay too. :)
The bereaved family is using a Mexican pot as an urn, and Esperanza's husband met the supplier at the border? There are a hundred stories from those hints, Esperanza. ;)
KLee, we can all still remember our babies when they were small, and how hard we worked to nurture them, to give them information, to keep them out of harm's way. And then they go and grow up!
Having been on both ends of that transition, I've concluded that just as we avoid thinking of our parents having sex, it is best to not think too graphically about this aspect of a child's life. (In the absence of emergency.)
When I started dating my sweetie, I was older and my parents weren't around -- but my siblings quizzed him at their first meeting (also our first date), about whether his intentions were honorable! He still liked me, go figure. It probably wouldn't have been so funny if my dad had been in charge of the proceedings....
OK, OK, here is the tale, as I heard it.
A couple of weeks ago, 8 people arrested on federal drug charges in our fair town. Naturally, there are ties to Mexican drug cartels. It would be surprising if there weren't, because we are so close (~ hrs) to the border. That is background info.
Mr. E and the youth minister and the high school youth went to nearest border town (U.S. side) for a mission trip. Despite the homeowners' being screened by various agencies, one of the youth found a large duffel bag full of marijuana while cleaning yard debris. Police were called. Parents were texted. Moms were freaked out. Obviously, they immediately left that site and went to work on other places. Some parents came to get their kids in the middle of the night. Others were bothered enough to cause a ruckus about the safety of their children, but not so bothered they wanted to come fetch them from border town.
My question: do you not think your children are exposed, at *very* slightly greater distance, to this very thing right here in our town? What rock are you living under?
Funeral was completely unrelated, but prompted early return of Mr. E and some of the youth with freaked out parents (since he was coming anyway and it caused no one any inconvenience, of course. Can you tell I'm a bit impatient with drama for the sake of drama?)
So there you have it. Not nearly so interesting as stories you could make up with those three ingredients.
That's a pretty good story -- but the pot in the duffle bag was just a coincidence. It almost couldn't have been the home-owner's (he was checked out, and he knew these kids were coming). It was reported, everybody scooted along to something somewhere else, no kids corrupted.
And yeah, ahem. Any parent who doesn't think a HS kid could find a pot source in their home town -- anywhere in the nation -- is not thinking very well.
Speculation from the police was that it was a drop-house, perhaps even without the residents' knowledge. Police in this area are not...er...always squeaky clean, though that county is better than some.
(Some time when you are bored, google "poorest county in the nation" and the top few will all be on our border. Appalling.)
Holy Cow. Just read the newspaper story. It was almost 200 lbs of marijuana.
Um, that's a lot. Even for south border state.
Right. Lends credence to the "drop house" theory.
(I thought most drugs were measured in kg, not lbs. That's what newspaper said. 200 kg would be even more, right?)
A kg. is 2.2 lbs and change. You'd need a forklift for sure, if it was 200 kg.
Wow. Good story! I did an eyeroll re: naive parents of HS kids. Seriously, any kid in highschool anywhere can find weed before the first study period.
Not that they all do! But even a geeky kid can find it.
Sometimes I should just stop typing.
Oh please. You're fine.
I think it was the near brush with drug dealers/cartels/scary people as much as anything. Same naivete, just a bigger scale. I mean, if 8 people were arrested in our town, just think how many more there are. (Population 7000ish).
That is pretty scary, and 200 lbs. of ANY kind of drug is a pretty good bust! I know what you mean, re: crazy stuff happening in your area.
And what is up with parents being so obtuse about what is available at any local high school? Offspring was friends in middle school with a girl who was an honor student, good family, the works, and two years later, she was expelled from her magnet school for selling dope in the girl's bathroom. Yeah, it's around, and not a lot of people have to search for it.
Our fair little city was just embroiled in a prostitution- and sex-slavery ring. Most of the prostitutes were from the largest city in our state and then routed through our city since we are a port. Over 45 people arrested. Yeah, it really makes us look like a stellar community. I guess I should be glad that I'm only worrying about my child having sex too early, and not being sold off to be a prostitute.
Realizing I'm over-whining -- but it turns out that the memory care facility just weaned SIL off of a bad med, one that I thought was gone in April. So on the up side, she is more alert, walking better, falling less. And on the way bad side, she is in constant tearful hysterics about how [a] her brother went away on his trip and abandoned her forever so she is all alone, and [b] she needs her own apartment right. now.
This is all really consistent with her kind of dementia -- and no, a person can't reason her out of it. She needs another med adjustment to lift her a bit out of the Pit of Doom -- but obviously we are not up to date on what the heck they are doing with meds. We have a world-class neurologist ready to consult! But my sweetie is the one with the legal superpowers, and....
He is stressed the heck out. Away x 2 weeks+, behind at work, jet lag, his mom's memorial on the 19th, yadda. So, we had one of those fun marital spats last night, where everybody's nerves are exposed, and each is accusing the other of looking at them funny, or whatevs. Gah.
Ugh, on all counts, kathy a. I hear you on the stressed sweetie. No one wants to live with Mr. E on the eve of a funeral, even just one he's in charge of.
And you're not over whining.
(((Kathy))) Not over whining. NOT.
That's not over whining at all, kathy! So many hugs, because that's really hard.
I'd like to request that the Posse deliver pointy sticks to the doctor at the facility, who is really doing some bad things about medication. Including not starting a med SIL needs, still not stopping the one she needs to be off of, and supplying ongoing pain medication even though she does not have pain complaints.
The other posse, a neurologist who knows everything about SIL's condition and SIL herself, will also no doubt have some pointed recommendations.
I'm appalled. I'm as appalled as I was at Hospital 1 from last week.
That's ridiculous. I probably know some people who know some people with a big duffle bag who could take care of him.
Kathy a. -- no worries about whining! There is no such thing as "OVER-whining!". And, it sounds like you have major grounds for Whine of Substance, though it is no fun to go through the process that usually accompanies said award.
I am so sorry about it all, S-I-L, meds, jet lag, traveling, and most of all, fighting. Fighting sucks.
LOL, Esperanza!
The medical posse is now ready to ride. Yay! I love the big hospital neuro more than I can possibly say.
Cheering for the medical posse! I'm glad that SIL has experts ready to defend her, but am appalled that she's receiving that sort of care from her day-to-day doctor.
Chuckling at esperanza' Duffel Bag Posse.
Catching up on the week! (Wow, has the week back from camp ever been busy!) KLee, I'm sending you hugs about the whole situation with your daughter. I have no extra wisdom to add (you already have received such good advice, and my own daughter is very small), but we're here to support you.
W that turned into an AW: E had a bad night last night (those eye teeth!), and I worried about how she would handle library time, and so, half way to the library, Mr. Q and I decided to skip it this week, and went to find new playgrounds instead. There's one near our house that's made to look like dinosaur bones!
DINOS! Very cool, QWP.
Date night turned into sit with date while her mom is admitted to the hospital night. Bonus: meet the relatives!
OMG, Miranda! xoxo
Hope the sweetie's mom is doing OK.
Yikes!!! I hope everything turns out okay
((((kathy))) All posses have been released - including the Duffel Bag Posse! Their wrath will be unleashed.
((((Miranda)))xoxoxo
QWP - dinosaur bone playground for the win!! Awesome!
Things are not good with Sweeties Mom. She will likely need long term care. The family is all super contentious about a lot of stuff including nearly everything about Sweetie. There is a lot of carnage to at here is a lot of carnage to avoid.
AW: I saw my youth group peeps. They are amazing and just being around them for a bit today really uplifted my heart.
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