I have been in a foul mood the last few days.
Prickly, edgy, really really tired. If I went somewhere and just slept, I wonder how many days it would take me to feel like myself again.
I’m tired of washing those damn breastpump parts, every freakin’ day.
I’m ready for J to eat what we all eat. Getting lunch together for a baby, a toddler and an adult is tedious.
A friend linked to this site from his blog, using my real name. The link has been removed, but this site is still the second search result when you google my name. I guess 4 1/2 years of pseudonymous blogging had to end sometime. My in-house tech support person is working on the problem, but our next step is un-googling this site, which is kinda thermonuclear. Frankly the whole thing makes me tired (see a theme developing?).
I did four loads of laundry and visited two grocery stores today. Milk is $6 a gallon.
I could not care less about what happened at General Assembly this year. Honestly, it just makes me cranky.
J got up last night at 1 a.m., screaming. This morning R said something chipper about our getting a good night’s sleep. Note to new dads: Don’t assume that everyone slept well just because you did.
The greasy stuff we slather on J to keep his eczema at bay gives me the willies. Truly, it’s like I have some kind of OCD thing going on with it.
Too much to do and too little time to do it.
So evangelism, hospitality and welcoming are a big part of my job description now. We do pretty well, but we know we have some cultural issues to work on. Sunday our pastor preached a sermon on “top 10 characteristics of a welcoming congregation” and had us sing a short song or hymn for each one—with no song sheet. Yes, a sermon on hospitality to visitors, presupposing knowledge of 10 churchy songs. After artfully wielding my cluestick, I got some sheets printed up for the second service. I fully admit I have my blind spots too, but… !!!
Re-entry after study leave can be tough. This time seems tougher.
I was working on the dad project, which means immersion in the grief issues.
Bright spots: our church accompanist’s retirement party yesterday, taking little she-who-is to the Lion King on Saturday, playing hide and seek with M, watching her improvise a conversation between a clothespin doll and a jumbo pretzel stick. Sermon series begins this Sunday.
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From the “The Thought Is What Really Counts” department…
I just spent the last few minutes trying to find this game I used to have for you, but I can’t seem to track it down.
Well, not exactly a game, but… all it was, was a big old happy yellow smiley face, and a bunch of buttons that let you do terrible things to it. You could put it in a blender, shoot it through the forehead, nuke it, release flesh-eating bacteria… it was great.
There was no score or anything. You just kept torturing it and bringing it back from the dead. That was the whole thing.
I hope you get some sleep.
Keith, I think I’ve seen that game. Except I remember it being those dancing squirrels (or whatever other rodent it was) that were going around at the time. Slightly more gory, but same idea.
RM: sorry. hope things look better soon.
I truly think we would all be a lot better off if we took June July and August off each year
I’m really digging the “clothespin vs pretzel”.
I think that’s your bright spot there.
May those really lovely bright spots far overshadow all these other issues. Those sleepless nights are the hardest trial of parenting the little bitty.
Keith: I remember a game where you could slap some jerky-looking teenager as many times as you wanted. It was lovely. A search only revealed some really gory animated versions. Not nearly as gratifying.
I hear you. It’s the tired, it makes everything worse. Or it could be the damn breastpump parts. Blech, hope things look up soon.
Aw, honey, let me give you a hug. That’s a lot of aggravation happening in a few paragraphs. No wonder you’re cranky.
Two words: mocha frappuccino.
Last night was worse than the night before.
And the babysitter’s late! GRRRRR…
download, double-click.
Best I can do.
maybe this note will assuage your grrrss a bit. saw bbt this day after her class - mentioned that I knew you, that you had spent time w/her last week - and she smiled and said you are a good soul and it was good to be with you. so. there. so be it and may these long days and short nights pass.
2 words–fish oil. The only reason I am functioning somewhat like a human being after living with my in-laws for 18 months during pregnancy and the first 10 months of my child’s life which included premature birth by a month, c-section delivery, and 3 weeks in NICU. Seriously, it is a life saver. I recommend Nordic Naturals or Carlson brands.
I want to have a conversation between a clothespin and a pretzel.
That girl is going to keep you entertained.
After you get some sleep.
Prickly, edgy, really really tired. Yep. That about sums up how I felt on Monday morning after getting home on Friday afternoon from our Writing Workshop, attending a 100th b-day party on Saturday, and presiding over two services and one meeting on Sunday. Of course I came home to one cat, not three children. So you get the award! Good to be with you last week, and I hope things go better as you near the end of this one. Keep repeating, “They will grow up, they will grow up, they will grow up.” Prayers comin’ your way.
OK, let me try again, since my first time obviously was ineffective: I really hope you get some sleep!
another late entry in what to do w/ the prickly edgies is to “call in well” and take a day off (while still leaving kids in whatever child care arrangements they normally are in) and take an intentional quiet day.
just a thought.
(i sent other thought via email to address one of your issues.)
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Yes! Ruth, it was a better night and that makes a world of difference.
Anne, thanks for your e-mail. We’re considering it!
mibi–e-mail me with some times!
Keith–is that a playlist? It’s popping up something in iTunes. I will get my tech guy to work on it.
Yes. You should be able to just let iTunes play it. Speakers on?
It says the “streaming server cannot accept any more requests at this time.”
Of course it does.
That’s what offhanded gestures need. Technical problems!
Okay, so I’m reading these in reverse order.
My suggestion for the google problem - google bomb yourself. You and your friends post umpteen gajillion links to everything out there in your real name. Tag it, bag it, all the fun and goofy techno stuff that tracks googlables.
Google bomb
Thanks for that. Google finally cleared out its cache or something, because this blog is no longer connected to my name. For now I guess…