Tuesday, June 8, 2010


Why is it that when a guy has a bad day, he gets to be left alone with his XBOX and his Call of Duty video game that lets him relieve his stress by blowing up people on TV?

But when a woman has a bad day, she is "emotional".    But wait...that doesn't mean leave her alone with her cup of coffee and a Martha Stewart magazine so she can lose herself in dreams of clean house, perfectly organized storage areas, and well planned dinner menus.  It means she gets told that she's "emotional".  Followed by "oh honey, what time are we eating?"

Of course, I'm venting.  No one really asked me what time we were eating.  Just what was for dinner.

My return to the blogosphere is prompted by a need to vent. Not to anyone in particular; just to vent.  Because my emotions are getting the best of me, apparently.  Could be true, I suppose.  But when I come home from work and see DD#1 laying in the same groove on the sofa that she occupies EVERY DAY after school, I feel my blood pressure rise.  When my eyes scan over to the recycling bin and I see the cardboard boxes literally falling out of the area, I'm about to blow.  And then DD#2's piles of dolls, my little ponies, AND cheerleading pom poms STILL scattered about the living room where they had been left three days ago...I lose it.   Steam coming out of my ears, I march into the living room to address both girls. 

But then I stop myself. Because I know I'm emotional.  And I don't like the first words being said to me in a day to be grumpy ones. 
So I start my rant with "I don't mean to walk in the door and come unglued, BUT...."

Considerate, right? 

I guess being "emotional" can work both ways...lol

Monday, February 1, 2010

My first post of 2010

Oh I am so fired from blogging. I am a bad blogger. Bad....  not that the entire cyber-world is hanging on my every word but I like to think that one or two people have missed my musings.   Um, yeah....awkward silence.

Now that the holiday craziness is over and life is settling to the normal level of chaos which we keep, I thought I'd catch up on my reading and writing.  I have tons of other stuff to do, like clean the house, fold the clothes that have sat in the dryer for two - oh wait, no THREE days now.  Nothin' like a good fluff before folding, I always say!

I've had a very interesting start to 2010.  As I sit back and watch the world unfold, I find that I am exhausted by every one else's drama.  When did everyone else's baggage have to become my baggage?  So I've decided no more.  I am not going to find myself sucked in to all of this unneccessary drama. My life is good. My husband loves me, my kids are healthy, my cat is a bit crazy (but we love him anyway...).

And yet...
My good friend's daughter is just out of prison and living in a halfway house, counting down the days until she is out on probation.

Oooh, I must make her a magnetic calendar to keep track of her days until she gets out.

My other friends are maintaining a schedule only matched by speed freaks, their only child seeing one parent at a time for weeks on end.

Ooooh, I should offer to babysit so that he has some fun times and the parents can have a night out together.

My oldest's BFF is going through some serious family issues; being the product of divorced parents who despise each other does not do well for a young person's emotional development.  But I don't need the drama.

Yet I let her keep us on the phone for hours at a time asking if she can come live with us because she knows both her parents are nuts.  But I can't help her because I DO NOT NEED THE DRAMA.

I answer the phone at work a few days ago.  "Hello Elizabeth, how are you?"
Elizabeth is crying on the other end of the phone.  She needs to know if she has coverage under her auto policy for cleaning up her car because her husband committed suicide in it the night before.

I spend the next thirty minutes just letting her cry and offering to find a service to handle trauma clean-up.

Then I hang up the phone and go into a room by myself.  I cry.

I'll take my little dramas anyday. Those are just little reminders that I'm alive.  It's the big ones that I don't need. Or want.

BTW - I went home and hugged my family just a little bit longer that night.  Make sure you do too.