May 19, 2009

Random things buzzing through my brain

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Believe it or not, I have actual thoughts that run through my frazzled brain. It is not just a bunch of mish-mash and white noise, although sometimes it feels like it.

Sometimes.....no....all of the time it also feels like I am thinking of things to cook for the next meal.

And how I am going to get my kids in the tub without an argument.

But those are thoughts for another day.

Right now my thoughts are all about gardening. And people. And bloating.

I am bloated. It is not enjoyable. I do not look forward to this time of the month. In other words, it sucks, big time. I am thinking of getting pregnant and having a fourth baby just so I can avoid my friend "Fred" visiting for a year or so. Would that be wrong?

Yes, my monthly visitor has a name. I figured that since he visits so often and stays for a week, I may as well name him. So I named him Fred. Fred and I don't get along but he insists on coming over every frickin month and hanging out in my house for a few days. I have tried to kick him out. I have also tried to pretend he doesn't bother me. But he does.

Anyways...............

I am 34 but feel like I am 72. What happened to the days of having endless energy and enjoying physical work? Whoa Momma.....when have you ever enjoyed physical work? Especially when you don't get a pay cheque for it? I did some gardening this weekend. Not much....but enough to make it not fun. Digging holes and hitting large rocks every single time really ticks me off. Finding huge, slimy worms is also not my idea of fun times. But the flowers look pretty darn good.....if I do say so myself.



I need to find a way to win the gardening lottery. We have a new home with zero landscaping so we are starting from scratch and it is very expensive.



Anyways..........



People that stop their cart in the middle of the aisle right in front of me at a store make me want to ram my cart into their ankles! If you need to stop to look at your list or receipt than please pull off to the side, thank you very much.



People that don't let children be children are in for a rude awakening when those children become teenagers and rebel against every rule given. Let kids play and do silly things. Let kids explore and maybe even do something risky (within reason). If they get hurt, they get hurt. They are children! How are they supposed to learn if they are constantly being held back from doing things that they want? Just my two cents.



Drama and high school behaviour, (when people are not in highschool) drives me insane. If you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say it at all. If you think the person you are talking about behind their back will not find out what you said about them, then sadly, you are wrong. That's all I have to say about that.



Remember I am PMSing.....



My children are not better than yours. Your children are not better than mine. There are no favourites. Parenting is not a competition. So why does everyone act like it is?

I do not pretend to be a parent that knows everything or does everything "right" (whatever that means). I know I am a screw up when it comes to many things involved in raising rug rats. I would appreciate it if you realized that you are not perfect either and just because you give your rug rats healthy snacks, salad for dinner and water to drink does not mean your children will grow free of problems. Rant over.

And last but not least......



I am bloated but feel like some chocolate.



And some chips.



And licorice.



And a burger.



And a large fries.


Wanna join me? I will be nice. I promise.



















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19 comments:

I am Harriet said...

Just when you thought every one would be more mature as an adult, the high school behavior comes out. Good luck with Fred.

~Mrs Sandy~ said...

Sounds like my life...lol Fred seems to welcome his self around here too and I don't like him at all...grrrrrr I looooove your blog!! I found it through another blog I was reading.
I have a question...If you don't mind me asking. How do you put a line through words like you did with the words in your last post--- "no....all of the time" I can't figure out how people do that, so I thought I'd ask you. I'll visit again soon...promise:)
Hugs, Sandy

Melissa said...

Great Post!!! PMSing thoughts must run alike. My post today is about my Hobbes Killing neighbor (letting kids be kids).

I feel more in high school now than I ever did actually in high school. Neighbors, other moms, old people...all silly

Swoozie said...

Pms-ing and Random Thoughts go together like PB&J! A great combo!

I am afraid I just **might** sucker punch the next person who parks their grocery cart in the middle of the aisle at the store. It is one of my major pet-peeves. Self-important bastards get the hell out of my way! And, sheesh! I'm usually such a NICE person......

Okay, back to the regular scheduled programming.

gigidiaz said...

I'm not a parent (and I'm not sure I wanna be one) but I think that there is really no rights or wrongs to parenting. All children are different, even when they're siblings, and as parents you only have one shot to raise them. You do the best you can and hope for the best. There's no handbook and no guarantee that - even if you do everything"right" - your kids wont turn out to be complete fuck ups.

You sound like you have the right idea. And yes, I will join you for a feast of "straight to your ass: foods.

Happy RTT!
I played too.

GreenJello said...

I completely and totally agree with you about letting kids be kids! Childhood is the testing ground for learning to be an adult.

Mama Kat said...

And now I'm hungry...thanks.

But I love your little rants...I found myself nodding my head the whole way down. :)

Heatherlyn said...

We are on the same cycle. Fun times. I'm amazed at how I have even LESS energy during that/this week than the rest of the month. Do you think a regular exercize program will give me more energy or just make me more tired?

I would love love love to win the gardening lottery. I dream about it every night as I drift off to sleep. :)

I have certainly not figured out the secret to having children grow up and become perfect adults. But I am diligently trying to figure it out in the back of my mind. Um, seriously, I think you just do the best you can. And learn a lot. Maybe we learn a lot more from our kids than they will ever learn from us. :)

Becca said...

haha I could identify with every single one of your random thoughts! :-) I just had my second "visitor" since having a baby and I had nearly forgotten how terrible it is!

The Queen of Chaos said...

Get OUTTA MY HEAD!!!!

Cara said...

Worse than when they park their cart in the middle of the aisle? When they give you a nasty look because you try to get around them.

Paging Doctor Mommy said...

I would so join you! I'm craving all the same crap for all the same reasons right now. "Fred" is coming over at the end of this week, and I always feel the need to eat everything in sight before he arrives!

Michelle said...

The good news is that at least the chocolate won't cause bloating... and has been known to improve moods.

And the letting kids make mistakes thing? I've read more about how parents aren't letting their kids fail (safely) anymore and kids not being able to deal with failure than anything else lately.

Jenny said...

Sorry Fred bombarded your life...I have a Aunt Flo just like him;) I must say with all the drama that adult life entails High School seems so tame.

This IS The Fun Part! said...

Your randoms are ranting! Almost spewed my tea! If you think Fred's a pain, just wait for . . . . "THE CHANGE!!"

You guys ain't seen nothin' yet!

And I agree fully on kids being kids. There is something wrong with people who raise miniature adults. Any kid that isn't dirty every afternoon should be taken out in the yard and rubbed in the nearest mud puddle! (And then promptly handed to his mother!)

Grannie

mummyof5monsters said...

hahaha funny:)yep,that high school crap never ends!

Lisa said...

It's not high school drama. It's junior high drama. In high school it's all "She kissed my man" (who's really a little boy). In JUNIOR high... it's all "she called me a bitch... what a bitch!" See where I'm going???

Hillori said...

It's "Aint Martha around here....

BlogBaby said...

Mmmmm....you are making me hungry too. And bloated.

I enjoy your rants to very much, even more when you are PMSing.

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