Filed under: random whining
I’m tired of jackasses. (I’m especially tired of one particular batshit crazy jackass.)
I’m tired of the never-ending, get-nowhere treadmill that is housecleaning.
I’m tired of living in chaos because I can’t even stay on that treadmill.
I’m tired of having the same conversation 50 times a day. I feel like a fricking recorded announcement. And if one more person uses the words “cash grab” in front of me, I may not be held responsible for the consequences.
I’m tired of not fitting into any of my clothes.
I’m tired of being constantly stressed about who is going to look after my kid while I’m at work.
I’m tired of being treated like I’m stupid, or worse, like I’m incompetent.
I’m tired of feeling like I have to defend myself and my choices to people who I shouldn’t give a damn about.
I’m tired of wondering what’s going to break next.
And I’m really, really tired of jackasses. Especially you – yeah you - the one who came to my office and told my co-workers things that are (a) false, and (b) not anyone’s business. Thank you for that.
(Jackass.)
Filed under: life in general
Filed under: offspring
Today was Sport’s last day of school, and it began with his kindergarten graduation ceremony. I was determined not to be the type of mother who cries at that sort of thing.
I failed miserably.
In my defense, I was just fine until the end. Parading out with his class? Fine. Singing their songs? Fine. Speeches by the teachers about how much they love our kids and their wishes for the future? Fine. Watching him parade out again to receive his certificate, this time in a little blue cap, and thinking about his ababa who so desperately wanted this child to go to school? Borderline, but still ok.
But then it was over, and I took some photos of Sport in his cap with his little diploma. And he wanted a picture with his beloved teacher, so he waited his turn where she was kneeling down for photos with the kids. When it was Sport’s turn, he bounded up and hugged her. Their love is mutual, and I know she is upset he is leaving the school. She said, “Hi, handsome”, turned to face the camera with him, and promptly broke down in tears. And that was it, I was done for. Note to self: next time, pack kleenex, no matter how determined you are not to be *that* mom.
Fortunately the day ended on a better note. Yesterday we had visited Sport’s new school for next year so he could meet his grade 1 teacher and some of the kids. The visit went really well, I liked the teacher, and he made a couple of friends right away. Today we stopped by after school to pick up his school supplies list for next year – and discovered the grade 1-3 kids in a massive water fight on the front lawn. The teacher saw us, correctly interpreted Sport’s look of longing, and without a word handed him a spray bottle and a water balloon. He flung himself into the chaos without a backwards glance, and I was thrilled to hear at least 4 or 5 kids calling out hello to him (and getting his name right!). Ten minutes later the fun was over, and I was left with a soaking wet, laughing child, who said, “Mom? Mom, I think this new school is going to be VERY good.” Me too, buddy, me too.
Filed under: offspring
And in the category of “Things you will find yourself saying when you are raising a boy”, I would like to add the following:
“So… did ANY of the pee get in the toilet?”
Filed under: off topic
Ok, I saw this on another blog and I thought it was fun. Here’s the drill:
Step 1: Put your iPod on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line from the 1st 25 songs no matter how embarrassing
Step 3: Add the artist and track once someone guesses both correctly.
Step 4: For those who are guessing, looking up the lyrics is CHEATING.
Step 5: If you like the game post your own and link to it in the comments.
Here are mine… my fellow 80s music fans are going to have an edge on some of these, and #7 is a freebie if you were even ALIVE in the 80s. But a few of them are pretty obscure and surprised me when they came up on shuffle since I’d sort of forgotten the albums were on there. Also, embarrassing true fact: I had to look up the lyrics to #14 myself, since I never was sure exactly what they were saying.
1. Haïti, mon pays, wounded mother I’ll never see.
2. Friday night I’m going nowhere – Babylon, David Gray
3. As I walk away I look over my shoulder
4. I get up in the evening – Dancing in the Dark, Bruce Springsteen
5. You say that you’re leaving - It Hasn’t Hit Me Yet, Blue Rodeo
6. I took my love and I took it down. – Landslide, the Dixie Chicks
7. Little ditty about Jack and Diane.- Jack and Diane, John Cougar aka John Cougar Mellencamp aka John Mellencamp
8. When there’s nowhere else to run – All These Things That I’ve Done – the Killers
9. No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
10. Johnny take a walk with your sister the moon – Mysterious Ways, U2
11. Shock to the heart, and you’re too late – You give love a bad name, Bon Jovi
12. I don’t look the way the one you dreamed about should look
13. I heard there was a secret chord – Hallelujah, Leonard Cohen (actually the k.d. lang version)
14. So 1,2,3 take my hand and come with me – Are You Gonna Be My Girl, Jet
15. I once knew a girl in the years of my youth
16. Live baby live, now that the day is over – New Sensation, INXS
17. You sit there in your heartache – When You Were Young, the Killers
18. I am an old woman named after my mother
19. I woke up got my lazy ass out of bed
20. And so tomorrow there will be another number
21. I met this girl, she was walking through one of my dreams – Dark Angel, Blue Rodeo
22. Last night I dreamt of San Pedro – La Isla Bonita, Madonna
23. This is where I’ll be so heavenly
24. She said that time is unfair
25. I feel my wings have broken in your hands
Guess away.
- edited to add – no, you don’t have to guess all of them! If you know one (or think you do) just put it out there.
Filed under: life in general
Filed under: random whining
I just discovered that this house has a feature which now makes it totally unacceptable.
SPIDERS IN THE BATHTUB.
I hate spiders. No, I mean REALLY hate them, with the fire of a thousand nuns. They are hideous unnatural creatures, and TWO DAYS IN A ROW NOW there has been a loonie-sized one in the bathtub. One of those big, gross, grey ones that can scuttle extremely quickly and require repeated smashing with a shoe or a telephone directory. (Or at least, that’s how I handle them.)
I would like to go back to my previous spider-free house now, please. Well, ok, it wasn’t totally spider-free, but the closest they ever came to invading the house was setting up camp in the screen porch. And I had to get Martha to get rid of that one – it was a massive hairy thing and I wasn’t going to go within five feet of it. Which is why I will sadly never be able to retire to the tropics. The spiders would be the death of me.
Filed under: life in general
For the better part of a year, I have been wavering between two paths in front of me. Let’s call them A and B, since I am a slave to alphabetical order in all things.
Path A, while rocky and hilly at times, is well worn. Lots of people follow it and will be around to help you along. It’s fairly predictable, and you can see the end pretty clearly even from the start. It will take a while to get there, but get there you will.
Path B, on the other hand, goes about four steps and then pitch blackness descends. It will definitely also be rocky and hilly, but there could even be some cliffs, serious detours, or a chance of insurmountable walls. It could be longer than Path A, or shorter. It will almost certainly be harder to navigate, as there’s no map, no one can tell you for sure where you will be going, and you won’t have many hiking companions. On the other hand, it could turn out to be pretty smooth. There’s really no way of knowing.
The destinations you will arrive at are equally wonderful. But – and it’s a big but – Destination B needs you to come – needs everyone, as many people as possible to come – far, far more than Destination A does. (I know, destinations don’t really “need”. I’m stretching the metaphor, ok? Humour me.)
Path A, right? Path A is the obvious choice.
But every time I decide that, and turn away from Path B, something happens to draw me back towards it. Chance meetings. A conversation. A newspaper article. A webpage, posted in error, later withdrawn – but not before I had viewed it. Signs that only I would see.
My common sense is telling me Path A.
But my heart is telling me Path B.
And I have no idea what to do.
Filed under: off topic
Today someone arrived at this blog by googling the word “lesbeans”. HEE. Once I stopped giggling, I decided that some 12 year old boy out there was really, really disappointed by that post.
Is it wrong that I now want to google “lesbeans” to see what else appears?
Filed under: offspring
“Mom? There’s a problem.”
“What is it?”
“It’s kind of hard to explain. It’s … it’s unexplainable.”
“Well… what is the problem about?”
“Like I said, I don’t think I can explain it. Let’s just go with that. We’ll leave it there.”
(turns around, walks out of room.)
