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RE: “we need to talk”

If you haven’t read it, here’s the post from a few days ago: “we need to talk.”

It seems I got my panties all in a bunch for nothing.. at least nothing yet.

I arrived at the park, like we had planned.. 10 minutes before our scheduled play date.  As I am pulling in the parking lot, I get a text that said her kids just woke up.  I’m sorry, but if I have plans to be somewhere (which in a fact I did) I wake the kids up and get them ready in a timely manner as to be as closely on time as possible (which in fact I did). You don’t let them sleep in until when ever the heck the feel like it.

WHAT-the-eff-ever.

That’s when I was over it. She obviously didn’t want to talk that bad, or she would have made even a small effort.

By the time she got there, the other moms had arrived. She was acting a little weird, but we chatted like nothing was wrong. We talked about future playdates and things to do with the kids.

She and I were the last two to leave. She had me alone, to say whatever was on her mind. But did she say a word? Nope.. she just left.

Again I say… WHAT-the-eff-ever.

Now  I am really over it.  I’m not going to waste my time wondering or worrying what her problem is, it is soooo not worth it.

Seriously, it’s your thing. I’m not going to ask you what your problem is. You have stuff to get off your chest, open your mouth, I’ll listen. When I wanted to know why you weren’t talking to me last time, I opened my mouth and said “are you mad at me?” See how easy that is?

Oh- and she even had another opportunity… she was at my house the next day. We had a playdate here… she could have gotten there early, stayed after everyone left… said something… even, “hey can we talk later/tomorrow/on the phone/ next week?” something, anything. But she chose not to say a peep.

So, I am not going to give it a second thought. I have real things in my life to worry about right now. Not crap that is feeling like stupid high school drama. I don’t have the time or energy to deal with that.

But I will be sure to give you an update should I ever find out what the problem is! 🙂

 

 

 

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“we need to talk”

I hate that.
You can’t tell me at 10pm that you “need to talk” to me tomorrow at 10am.

Now my already stressed out brain is stressed out even more. Ugh.

Then when I ask about what.. “everything.”

Geez. Talk about sending my brain in a zillion different directions.

I guess I just have to try to relax and not worry about it.

Could be nothing… Could be something.

I will say I appreciate that you have decided to tell me “some things that have been bothering” you instead of just not talking to me this time.

And yes, I have my own thing that is bothering me… But we’ll see if that gets brought to light.

Sigh.

Breathe.

Relax.

I guess we’ll see what happens tomorrow.

1 year, 1 month, 23 days….

After 1 year, 1 month and 23 days… that woman who gave birth to the Teen finally crawled out from under her rock last night.

She sent me a Facebook message.

It was completely self-centered, and poorly spelled. (I hate it when people type messages like that in text short hand.. You= U, and = N, am = M etc… seriously, how much longer could it really take you to spell everything out?)

She claims to “miss her very much.”

and

“wants to start writing her very soon.”

I don’t buy it.  I think she had a momentary pang of guilt.

Oh, and I almost forgot my personal favorite:

“I hope she is not facing some of the things I have had to face in my teen years.”

Well, if you were abandoned by your mother .. then yes, she’s going through that.  Otherwise, I doubt it.

Give me a break.

I am going to tell her about herself this time. I’m done being nice, I’m done just letting her keep hurting her.  If she wants to truly make an effort, then it will be up to the Teen to agree to it. But there will be clear expectations put on her.  And with the baby due in a few weeks, I have a hard time believing that she’s going to pull it off. 

But before I do anything, I’m going to talk to the Teen about it. See what she wants me to do. Maybe she wants to tell her off herself.  My dear hubby didn’t really have anything to say about it when I read him the message.  He’s so helpful sometimes. 😉

Well.. wish me luck. I’m going to talk to her after school..and in the mean time I’m going to work on composing my thoughts on the matter.

And make soup. It’s definitely a soup kind of day.

 

Hi.

Hi.

I’m tired. I’ve been having a really hard time sleeping this week, which is making life kind of a drag.  I can’t tell you how much I need to get back to a “normal” schedule and not this weird going to bed at 2am and dragging through the day I have going on. I havent missed this at all… it used to be my normal schedule for a long time.. I thought I was over it.

I’m not really sure what my problem is. I feel kind of blah. In a funk if you will. On the verge of sad. Maybe hubby being gone is finally catching up to me. Maybe I’m just due for a breakdown.

The days he was home went by in the blink of an eye. It never seems like enough time. He’s been home for what, like 7 days in the last 2 months? It sucks. I miss him so much I can’t even put it into words.

And then yesterday I was at the park with the Maniac and our play group, and a thing from my CNN app pops up on my phone about the earthquake in Virginia/Washington DC. And guess where hubby is this week…

Virginia. I just about had a heart attack. And he wasnt answering his phone. Double heart attack.

Luckily he’s fine. He didn’t even know it happened. He was driving most of the day. Whew. Now I have to worry about this hurricane that is getting ready to attack the east coast. Hopefully he’s inland enough that it shouldn’t hit him too hard.

I need a vacation. Some time away with just my hubby… we need it desperately. But I think all the planets would have to align, there be a lunar and solar eclipse and  any other cosmic thing you can think of to happen all of the same day.

Somehow someday we will make it happen. Somehow.

For now, I have to figure out how to get out of this funk. The kids are driving me nuts, if I have to yell at the Teen about watering the dog or making her bed or putting toilet paper in the bathroom when she runs out before she needs it or any thing else… I think I may just completely lose my mind.  For real this time.

I guess I’m just lonely. I havent really talked to my BFF’s in a while. Maybe I need to call them. M always knows how to make me feel better. And R may not always get what I’m going through, at least she can get my mind off of it for a while. Sigh.

 Oh well. I guess thats my pity party for the day. I need to go take a shower and maybe do something with this day instead of sitting here feeling sorry for myself.

Hope your day is better.

The freaking flu

OMG. I am so sick.

I have some stupid nasty flu bug I think. I don’t ever get the stomach flu. I guess I shouldn’t say “don’t ever”.. But the last time I had a bout with the stomach flu the Teen was in first grade. The time before that was in like 1997.

So needless to say this sucks. I really hate puking.

Oh, and I’m not eating spaghetti again for a really long time. UGH.

Thank goodness for my Teen. She has been looking after the maniac while I’ve been asleep all day. She was a trooper when I woke her up in the middle of the night to get some juice for the Maniac when I could barely stand up.

I definitely need to give her a special thank you once I’m feeling better. Maybe I’ll take her to Pinkberry. She’s obsessed with Pinkberry and we’ve never even been there. Lol

Oh well… I think I’m going to go back to sleep. Hopefully this fever will break soon now that I got some Tylenol down. We didn’t have any grown up Tylenol and I didn’t want to take any ibuprophin since my stomach already hurt… So I took some liquid children’s Tylenol. You gotta do what you gotta do I guess!

I hope your day is better than mine!