My attempt to find balance with the sweets, and the sours, of life.
Friday, April 16, 2010
All Complaints Heard Here
My posts this week have been weak, I know. I have been struggling for much good to expand on. Not to say that there is no good, but I can't seem to get it to take up as much space in my mind as all my gripes.
So I address my post today to the complaint department. Feel free to add. Once they have all been compiled, I will print them out and flush them down the toilet . . . that is where most complaints end up, isn't it?
1. I bought the paint weeks ago. I gathered the supplies. They have been sitting in the mudroom all this time . . . why has the mudroom still not painted itself?
2. Why is my littlest chicken the loudest, and why does she sound like a seagull? I think she knows it irritates the already irritated neighbors, which I can respect, actually.
3. How am I supposed to feel about the kid I have been chauffeuring to school and back all week, the one who put the hole in my kitchen wall, the one who slapped my son at school yesterday? I know he is worried about his mother, but still??
4. Why are my parents so weird? No. Seriously.
5. Why can't my husband read my mind? I suspect he can, but chooses not to.
6. And why did Boston Rob get voted off Survivor so early?
7. Why is the nature camp I wanted to sign my son up for this summer already booked? No one seems to know what they're doing tomorrow, so how did this one week in July fill up so fast?
8. How is it my kids are growing up so fast? What happened to those toddler days and why can't I have a do-over?
9. Why are they always out of the raspberry white tea I like at the grocery store?
10. And why do I have to carry all these annoying little cards on my key chain in order to get a fair price at grocery stores now? Doesn't the fact that I took the time to visit their establishment count for anything anymore?
11. Why can't the post office give people packing tape if they need it? Honestly. Do you ever leave the post office without muttering under your breath?
12. What is that mark on the wall in my kitchen and how did it get up so high?
13. Why do my dogs insist on eating birdseed?
14. And how do I keep my little dog from ransacking the grill in order to lick the grease tray?
15. Why do people call my cell phone if my home phone is busy?
16. Why are greeting cards so expensive, and why is it required that we send them?
17. Why, when I turn the heat on in the van, does the a/c come on and why must I run said a/c in order for the heat to work in the back? Do you know how terrible this is?
18. Who puts all this stuff all over my house, and when are they going to pick it up?
19. Why is my son always out of socks, but there are never any in the laundry?
20. Why am I stuck in this rut and so weighed down by small things lately?
Alright, that about covers it . . . most of it, anyway . . .
“Years ago my mother used to say to me, she'd say, ‘In this world, Elwood, you must be...’ - she always called me Elwood - ‘...in this world, Elwood, you must be oh so smart or oh so pleasant.’ Well, for years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. You may quote me.”~Elwood P. Dowd in Harvey
I am a stay-at-home mom who is coming to grips with the fact that my children are growing up, and that is bitter sweet. I have several pets who understand me including a couple dogs, some beautiful pigeons (yes, pigeons), some chickens who boss me around, and a mourning dove who I believe is God's little whisper to me from heaven. I was a lawyer before I got really serious and became a mom. I love to knit, write, cook, and to take good care of my family. We struggle with my daughter's Reactive Attachment Disorder, and hold hands very tightly sometimes while we withstand the high tide of her challenges. Through it all, I am blessed to have a husband who is the corner piece to my puzzle.