Holi-stress
Christmas is stressing me out.
I’m sure it’s more pms than JUST Christmas, but either way I’m sinking fast.
Yesterday was a terrifically awful day.
B-man had a doctor appt. in the morning (and prior to heading to that, I’d spent about two HOURS typing up recipes for my mom because she’s putting together some sort of cookbook (which is great. I love me some family recipe cookbooks, srsly). But two hours of typing recipes sucks ass.)
Anyway.
So, I had nothing done when I had to go to doc. No chores done, no dishes done, no bed made, no nuttin. I was dressed. The End.
We go to the doc. I’m a good 30 miles from town so I try and combine errands to cut down on gas use. B-man hates shopping with a passion that only an emo 14 year old boy can muster. As soon as I tell him I’m running errands after his appt., he becomes his usual sullen and joyfully-bitching self.
Sets my teeth on edge, it does. I told him that everyday is not B-man Day. He told me, with perfect Eeyore imitation, that no day is ever his day.
*eyeroll*
But I ignore him. Tell him he can stay in the car and sulk if he wants to, I don’t care.
I head for the store. Jes calls me. She wants to meet me in town. It’s her birthday and she wanted to shop for her present.
(She’s 18, btw. And she’s still alive. Parenting WIN!! Yay!)
So B-man’s bitching steps up a notch. “Why do we have to wait, why can’t you take me home first, why does SHE have to come, why why why, waah waah waah”.
I offered him a Midol.
He told me I wasn’t funny.
Then he elected to sit in the car. In the winter.
*shrug*
Whatevs dude.
Jes, myself and Babygirl go in the store.
It’s fucking PACKED. Of course.
Trying to get through the crowds and down the aisles with Babygirl’s stroller was a pain in the ASS. Plus she’s hot and hungry and uncomfortable. In other words, she cranked the whole time.
Jes couldn’t find anything she wanted at the first store, though we must have looked at every single item in the store. Then B-man starts sending texts. “Hurry up, I’m cold, I’m hungry, wtf are you guys doing, I’m freezing”.
Waah. Shoulda not stayed in the car then.
Anyway. Two stores and a mall later, Jes still can’t find what she’s looking for, Babygirl has given up and fallen into a shopping-overloaded sleeping stupor, which, yay for no crying but jesus does she weigh a ton. B-man finally got cold enough to come inside and his constant heavy sighs of disgust only add to the pleasantness of too many people, too much noise and the clock ticking away to how many hours late I am getting home to get chores done and I have to pick Am up from school…
Argh!
Holi-stress. I had some.
We finally go home. I rushed through some basic chores (good thing Master was doing something after work and not coming straight home!), made supper- and then the kids got into a huge stupid argument and I decided to leave and go shopping.
By myself.
Where it would be quiet and peaceful. No 30lb car seat to lug around, no crabby baby, no crabby teenagers, no cart to try and maneuver down crowded aisles. No nothing.
Just me. And silence. And 500 other late shoppers, but still.
I go to the mall. I go in a store. I gather several items and stand in the hour-long check out line. Cashier rings me up.
I have no wallet in my purse.
*headdesk*
I remember Jes asking me for stamps and me telling her they were in my wallet. I remember her handing me my wallet and me putting it on the kitchen table.
So I went out to my car and sniffled like a baby. Then I called mah Man and whined. Then he came and rescued me and wiped the tears off my face and took me shopping and offered ME a Midol and told me he loved me.
Then we came home and I gave him a backrub. I would have given him a blowjob but he was falling asleep.
Then I started my period.
I can feel my mood lightening with each bloody drip.
Hee. I live just to squick y’all out. :D
In summary, I have lots to do and it seems like the days are shorter. I dunno how that happens, but it does. Karma’s a fucking comedian. So, entries may be sparse. Not even Fetlife is getting my attention these days. (Yet it still continues on in my absence. The nerve! Doesn’t everyone know that I am the center of the UNIVERSE!!!??)
*ahem*
I’ll be back. After the Midol.
~cunt
ps. I’m gonna open up a flickr, but pure vanilla and completely locked. You ain’t getting in unless I know you. If you want to see copious amounts of “LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL BABYGIRL!!” pictures, send me an email.
***EDIT*** By “know you” I mostly mean through here. Not necessarily only people I know in person. If you’ve commented here or we’ve emailed, yanno? I’m just not going to leave it open to public. There’s no ‘How well do you know kaya’ quiz to take or anything! ;-)
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Friday December 18th, 2009 8:41am
*grin* Oh, yeah…been there…only my Boy is 3 years old instead of 14.
May I suggest a backpack for BabyGirl? http://www.childcarriers.com/Toddler-Carriers/Framed-Back-Carriers/index.cat I don’t think I could do without mine! I even wear it around the house while doing chores and cooking, so I’m “holding” Girl at the same time…
I got mushy with Man coming to the rescue. I adore Beloved for playing the Hero almost as much as I adore him for grabbing my hair and using me…
We have two different carriers and Babygirl just doesn’t like them. She’s okay for a few, and then she starts squirming and fussing. I dunno if she’s uncomfortable in them or if she just hates being immobile in any capacity. She’s one active little booger.
Hee. So glad I get to hand her back to mom when I get tired! :P
Oooh! we can flickr-connect because mine is vanilla and locked, too!
[rq=1559320,0,blog][/rq]Hysteria
Hmmph. I’ll let you know.
Depends on what the mail holds.
:P
I’m bidding on the spatula on Ebay RIGHT NOW so whatever…
:p
[rq=1578257,0,blog][/rq]Wearing the Pants: Dockers Ad Shakeup
Ok. I have my flickr up. It’s tessnottelling, soooo.. you should add me and junk.
Kaya,
I guess I’ve been doing it wrong all these years. I thought you picked out the gift for the other person; you know, something you wanted to give them. I don’t think I’ve ever taken a recipient shopping with me. Of course, I don’t have kids.
You all are doing the shopping thing wrong. You decide what you want first, then you head out. Makes for shorter trips. ;)
Dave
When you have kids, its always done wrong! :P
Actually, teenage girls are almost impossible to buy clothing for. We do NOT have the same taste. Usually I’ll just go with a gift certificate, but I figured it would be SO much easier to go shopping together.
Wrong.
Blah.
Would Jess be willing to wait until after Christmas to go shopping for her birthday present?
My oldest girl is going to be 20 this year. Her birthday is the 28th of this month. On her 13th birthday we started the tradition of a mom and her day. We would go for brunch, do some shopping, dinner then home. She loved it because shopping after Christmas everything was on sale and she got a lot more than she would had I bought the gift before Christmas.
This whole getting more bang for the buck actually caught on with both my girls and since their dad left they go to his place for Christmas itself then we shop for our gifts after Christmas and do our celebration in January. Not only does it give more seperation between the birthday and Christmas. They get to spread out the holiday longer. I find it a whole lot less stressful too.
Will be sending an email for flickr, can’t wait to see how she has grown.
I have tried and tried and tried to get Jes to wait for exactly that reason. She’s just too impatient.
I think, maybe, if there were other people who also acknowledged/celebrated her birthday (or even Christmas for all the kids), she’d wait. She (they) know that things go on sale and they’d get more- but there isn’t anyone else.
As they get older though, we keep getting closer and closer to just handing out cash/gift cards rather than this ridiculous chase for presents. I think then they’d hold a little tighter to their “stash” and be a little more apt to wait for the sales.
Fah, I understand the Emo kid thing, sorta. I moderate a board for emo teenagers. It’s a pretty popular one, Emo B u cket. (The space was intentional, hopefully to throw off the search term six degrees of separation.) I get to read about how life regularly shits on about a hundred teenagers a day, lol. Not the same, but I can kinda sympathize.
[rq=1560753,0,blog][/rq]Glühwein
lmao. However do you keep your sanity doing that? I’d be too tempted to post things like “Suck it up Buttercup!”
Usually, yeah. lol The regulars of the board get to them before I do. “Emo is a genre of music, and you can’t be a genre of music! You are /scene./”
[rq=1572167,0,blog][/rq]Cookies!
OMG, I know exactly what you are talking about. I have an 18 year old daughter who believes that the universe revolves around her, a 14 year old boy who is absolutely emo all the time, and a 2 year old that is, of course, in his terrible two’s. I cannot count how many days I have had just like that one. I hate them, but they do pass. Thank god for the strong men in our lives. I know that I could not survive parenthood without him! :)
Does your 14 yr old admit to being emo? Mine doesn’t. He emphatically denies being such a thing. But he so is.
A 2 yr old! Egads woman!
No, my 14 year old does not admit to being emo either. He isn’t to bad as long as he is with me and my husband, but if he is coming off of a weekend/week spent with his father, oh my, he is absolutely miserable.
Yeah, the 2 year old…that’s what happens when you marry a man that never wanted children, until he became a stepdad to your children, and his biological clock started ticking. But it is all good. :)
OMG. I’m so with you. For the past FOUR days I’ve woken up, had a piece of candy, gotten dressed and headed down to the bus. To go to town. To swap busses. To go to a store outside of town, FULL OF FUCKING PEOPLE. Why, you ask, have I done this four days in a row? ‘Cuz I got the wrong SHADE of gold tinsel. [insert string of unpolite words]
Today, day four, I went there again. When I got there the tinsel I was supposed to buy from the start was out. I got back into town, ran three more errands which included “picking up stuff to carry around.” Then I phoned M, saying I had found no [beep] tinsel, suggesting I should go to the supermarket, pick up more [beep] stuff to carry, but that I demanded (hee!) to take a cab home. When I mentioned wanting to cry, he agreed. I got tinsel and MORE STUFF TO CARRY. And took a cab home.
OF COURSE there’s something I have to bring back tomorrow or monday to get it changed for something else, but I’ve dug my heels in. See, that standing-up-for-myself-and-not-being-a-doormat-thing? Skillz. I haz them. I’m going NO WHERE tomorrow. I’m decorating the [beep] tree and cleaning, I tell you. Not leaving the house. Nuhu.
Today’s bonus? I’ve got the laundryroom on the 23-[beep]-rd at 3pm.
*deep breaths* Thank good GOD I don’t have kids on top of this [beep] madness! After reading this post, I feel like I’m in good company.
ETA: See that “ate a piece of candy” part? Yeah. I got food when I got home. Mad hunger and four hour of stores, busses and people… they don’t mix.
Jaysus. Your days have been way worse than mine! I’ll have to pass the Bad Day trophy over to you. ;-)
a lesser woman would be dead from that day! yay you!
lol. Well, maybe not dead- but certainly drunk!
I should take up drinking. *nods*
Please include me in on the flickr thingie.. and one day your DD will figure out that shopping AFTER the holidays is best.. more bang for the $$ whatever~~ You are a champion among moms.. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise~~
When I get the flickr up, I’ll let y’all know. :)
I’m skipping Christmas. Also, never having children.
Eventually, I will rationalize these as selfless acts. Gimmie time.
Also, WANT access! WANT WANT WANT!
Oh, right, it clearly says to email. Well then.
*trots off to email-land*
~Chloe
[rq=1562720,0,blog][/rq]Bleh, etc.
~clears throat~
I would like to quote someone whom I love and adore:
I choose to be happy about Christmastime.
Because it IS my choice, and it will feel however wonderful or however awful I decide, because my attitude will chart the course for my feelings and my experience. And frankly? I’d rather have a good Christmas than a shitty one. And since it’s my choice – I choose happiness.
So, yay. Yay Christmas!
(Posted by Cloe)
((Yeah, I am one of those annoying people who actually READs and REMEMBERs blog stuff))
And … don’t say never, love. You do not know for sure what the future will bring you.
And now back to your regularly scheduled begging to kaya’s T account…
Hey there you cute, sexy, MILF, super ulber, incredibly talented, queen of the slaves, ALWAYS well behaved and mannered, well spoken, (and always with respect), and… well, I don’t want to go over the top here…
I’ll send an email request too, but it will have to be after the holidays, cause I am busier than a one armed paper hanger these days! I shall, of course, include the one time only 10 dollar non-refundable fee attached to my application!
Merry Christmas t, Scott, and all of your family ::soft smiles::
~twisted
::banging head on desk::
errmmm, by T account I meant flickr account…
Um, just seeing if you were paying attention, thats all…
Yeah.
“you cute, sexy, MILF, super ulber, incredibly talented, queen of the slaves, ALWAYS well behaved and mannered, well spoken, (and always with respect), and”
Master’s looking behind me going “Who the hell is she talking about??”
He’s such a comedian. :P
Perhaps I’m choosing to be happy BY skipping it… Uh… Yeah. That makes sense, right? RIGHT.
I actually kind of AM skipping Christmas. It’s not a conscious choice though, it’s just no one is doing anything. I’m a grownup, my family is all grownups and we have no little kids in our lives, and no one really feels like pouring out cash at the moment. So I’ll probably hang with family and eat Chinese food. And, okay, fine, you’re right! I’m CHOOSING to be happy about that!
(Stop remembering my blog posts when I forget them. It cramps my whining style!)
:D
~Chloe
[rq=1572670,0,blog][/rq]Bleh, etc.
I have read your blog for years..and would love to see baby pictures..I’m a new sub(less then 6 months)but have learned alot from here..thanks ..slutliz
I’ll let you know when I have it up. :)
Kharma Comedian … wasn’t that a song back in the 80′s
Karma Chameleon was. ;)
lol
I love me some Boy Geoge. Well, I did back then. I hear he’s not doing so well these days.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XiHxnTJlJ5A
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0RMzGitsz4
Here. A Boy G interview right after he got out of jail. He’s doing quite well, actually.
BTW, sorry in advance if I get you hooked on Jonathan Ross interviews. He’s my favorite interviewer.
hey there kay – so glad to see that you are living life :) I still dont get here but every so often but I think of you and always hope that you are well – Demureserenity form livejournal :)
Heya! How ya been?
grr sorry – kaya :)
When my daughter was a teenager we seriously considered changing her name to Wanda.
“I wanda this! I wanda that!”
The lightbulb moment will come for Jess just as it did for my daughter and she’ll realize how much more she can buy after Christmas.
Channukah is over now and I’m sitting back, relaxing…not going *near* the malls, until after Christmas.
/off to eat one last latke.
[rq=1566771,0,blog][/rq]Does He have to be So Special?
Ha! I’m totally stealing that Wanda bit.
:D
I’d love the flickr info too – my vanilla is public, my dirty little girl flickr is locked – i suppose it is the opposite of your life :-)
We went to Walmart the other day to pick up some of my prescriptions. I still don’t think that I convinced Daddy ‘the feeling of wanting to punch somebody in the fucking head’ is NOT actually ‘the christmas spirit.’
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For some reason, my Feed Demon isn’t reading your feed. ~sniffle~ I totally had to come here to see your last three posts. Lamesauce!
Hope the holidays go smoother for ya! <3
[rq=1570263,4,blog][/rq]It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
Also… Baby Girl totally needs this shirt. http://www.zazzle.com/santa_doesnt_exist_but_i_cant_read_so_its_ok_tshirt-235693348592418981
[rq=1571774,0,blog][/rq]Fighting Favoritism: A Rant
*snort*
Maybe I need to reconsider having kids just so I can dress them in ridiculous(ly awesome) stuff like that.
The ones at t-shirt hell for babies are also amazing.
~Chloe
Fabulous! My mom just gave my my grandma’s (g’ma is in an adult family home now, sinde May and fading) recipe box and asked me to do something with it so I was going to put together a little family cookbook and make copies via Kinkos for my foodie friends, because grandma (we call her Mema) was quite the home-chef in her day. I’ll send you one too!
girly girl, you never cease to lighten my mood- (even through your stressed out endeavors..lol)i just wanted to send ya lots of hugs- cause you make me smile and laugh!
hugshugshugshugshugshugs,
Hisflower
I love this blog–you always crack me up! Good luck getting it all done :)
Of course I want to see the pics of the baby!! Duh!!
Ugh, I can completely relate to this post. I’m having the worst PMS/out of control hormones I’ve had in months. Just in time for holiday madness, too!