With another "Hallmark" holiday done with, I gotta ask........
When you send a card for an event, do you have to call on the day?
Let me clarify.......
Mothers Day. I am a mother so don't get me wrong when someone wants to send me a card or take me to dinner to celebrate the stretch marks, hemorrhoids and sleepless nights...I am all for it but I guess I want to know if I am obligated to make 500 zillion phone calls on the day to make the mothers in my life smile, even though I mailed a card? This goes for birthdays, anniversarys, holidays and so forth!
I guess it could be guilt making me pose this question. But I really think I need some clarification.
Last night after I got the children to bed, laundry in the dryer, dishes done and lunch made and packed in the Spider Man lunch bag, I decided to sit for a second and watch a minute of TV. 8:30 pm and I am ready for bed, and clear the mind!!!
Oh no, my mother has other plans! The phone rings...she had little kids at one time...did she forget how the slightest ring could startle a 9 month old?!?!?!?!?
anyway....
not a hello, not a how was your day...not a how are the kids...it was...(note the capital letters...this should explain the volume she spoke in) " WELL, DID YOU FORGET TO CALL ME? I AM SO SHOCKED THAT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE DID NOT CALL TO WISH ME A HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!!!
After the initial shock of being screamed at and put in the category of my crappy sister (long story) I had to remember who was on the other line. I wanted to yell and say ok so what the heck do you want?!?! But instead I lied and said I tried to call and no one answered. Well, caller id was not a good alibi so I blamed technology and said her phone log was wrong.
So, was I obligated to call even though I sent a card? It is not like I was sitting on the couch eating bon-bons!! I was cutting the grass, emptying boxes, teach my baby to walk and making snacks! (great mothers day!!)
So what I say is....
Stamp it, send it and be done with it!!!!!!
Monday, May 12, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Manners!
I don't have a huge blog about this but just a question....
What happened to everyday manners?
I hold the door, say thank you, please and I don't pick my nose in the line at the salad bar. So why is it, no one holds the door for me? I am not asking for someone to open the door for me, just hold it when I am behind you! I got it slammed in my face way too much today!!!!
What happened to everyday manners?
I hold the door, say thank you, please and I don't pick my nose in the line at the salad bar. So why is it, no one holds the door for me? I am not asking for someone to open the door for me, just hold it when I am behind you! I got it slammed in my face way too much today!!!!
Monday, March 24, 2008
Not just a common cold
If anyone has read my blogs from way back when you will read that one of my pet peeves is when people send their sick kids to school. Thankfully, I have not had to deal with that this year, people are getting wise.....or something!
Now I have to target my frustrations at the sick adults who contaminate my air at work. We have a very lovely woman who handles our mail daily. She is a sweetheart and a very friendly face and I have nothing bad to say about her except....FOR THE LAST 3 WEEKS SHE HAS BEEN HACKING HER GERMS ON MY MAIL!!!!!
I am not a doctor but the sound of her cough and voice indicates she is ill. So I today kindly said, "boy, you sound awful still, what did the doctor say?" Her response was simple, "oh, I have not been to the doctor, but if this keeps up, I will call on Wednesday."
OK lady you have been hacking a lung for the last 3 weeks and you are going to wait until Wednesday???? YIKES!!!!!!
Just talking about it makes me want to wash my hands!!!!
Now I have to target my frustrations at the sick adults who contaminate my air at work. We have a very lovely woman who handles our mail daily. She is a sweetheart and a very friendly face and I have nothing bad to say about her except....FOR THE LAST 3 WEEKS SHE HAS BEEN HACKING HER GERMS ON MY MAIL!!!!!
I am not a doctor but the sound of her cough and voice indicates she is ill. So I today kindly said, "boy, you sound awful still, what did the doctor say?" Her response was simple, "oh, I have not been to the doctor, but if this keeps up, I will call on Wednesday."
OK lady you have been hacking a lung for the last 3 weeks and you are going to wait until Wednesday???? YIKES!!!!!!
Just talking about it makes me want to wash my hands!!!!
Monday, February 25, 2008
A new house
After renting a house for almost 2 years, we decided to take the step and purchase another home of our own.
STRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That was me screaming, if you could not already tell :-)
My wonderful husband I feel sometimes is clueless!! I think I am realistic and sometimes I think he lives in a world of fantasy and candy canes. I think he feels we have unlimited money and time.
Why is that? Oh, I can tell you that...because he is clueless.
I do the bills, take care of schooling for Trent and have been dealing with real estate agent, the inspectors, the bank and the attorney! My fault! I take on too much and assume to much responsibility. I guess that is because I am a control freak. I like my fat little fingers in everything and to be able to control it all. I am sooooo weird!
Although I may be a stress case, I could not be happier with our (my) choice. It is 2 miles from my sister and in a great school district a deadend and a pool. I just have to find a new school for Trent, a babysitter for the baby, make sure that my schedule will allow me to get to work on time, etc....but I think coming home to my own house on a summers day and taking off my work clothes and jumping in the pool will make it all worth while. But I will miss my mother who is 2 seconds from me now....but maybe she needs a break too!!!
Now, just to figure out what to make for dinner tonight :-)
STRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That was me screaming, if you could not already tell :-)
My wonderful husband I feel sometimes is clueless!! I think I am realistic and sometimes I think he lives in a world of fantasy and candy canes. I think he feels we have unlimited money and time.
Why is that? Oh, I can tell you that...because he is clueless.
I do the bills, take care of schooling for Trent and have been dealing with real estate agent, the inspectors, the bank and the attorney! My fault! I take on too much and assume to much responsibility. I guess that is because I am a control freak. I like my fat little fingers in everything and to be able to control it all. I am sooooo weird!
Although I may be a stress case, I could not be happier with our (my) choice. It is 2 miles from my sister and in a great school district a deadend and a pool. I just have to find a new school for Trent, a babysitter for the baby, make sure that my schedule will allow me to get to work on time, etc....but I think coming home to my own house on a summers day and taking off my work clothes and jumping in the pool will make it all worth while. But I will miss my mother who is 2 seconds from me now....but maybe she needs a break too!!!
Now, just to figure out what to make for dinner tonight :-)
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
No! You have your own bed.
Trent is my sweetheart! I love his whole being.
But I think after 7 months the birth of his amazing little brother has affected him.
He will beg, plea, sneak and even cry to come into my bed. EVERY NIGHT this has been going on. Last night he was like Rambo crawling on the floor to my room. I hear the creaking of the floor boards and look up and there is his fuzzy little head. I smile but send him back..he said "mom, I just needed another hug" How could I refuse but then off to bed again. I feel like a horrible, evil mother for not allowing this but the bed is too small and he sleeps like a trapped bull. I don't want to get back in the habit and it is hard.
I will do everything to make a calm night routine. I will tell him stories, rub his head, get his small glass of tap water that he will request constantly. He is still little but at 4 1/2 he needs to be in his own bed. I give in every now and again when hubby is away but it has to stop.
I applaud the families who can stand the "family bed" but my kidneys can't take the kicking anymore!!
But I think after 7 months the birth of his amazing little brother has affected him.
He will beg, plea, sneak and even cry to come into my bed. EVERY NIGHT this has been going on. Last night he was like Rambo crawling on the floor to my room. I hear the creaking of the floor boards and look up and there is his fuzzy little head. I smile but send him back..he said "mom, I just needed another hug" How could I refuse but then off to bed again. I feel like a horrible, evil mother for not allowing this but the bed is too small and he sleeps like a trapped bull. I don't want to get back in the habit and it is hard.
I will do everything to make a calm night routine. I will tell him stories, rub his head, get his small glass of tap water that he will request constantly. He is still little but at 4 1/2 he needs to be in his own bed. I give in every now and again when hubby is away but it has to stop.
I applaud the families who can stand the "family bed" but my kidneys can't take the kicking anymore!!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
I don't want to talk about it!!
I am from New England. Born and raised.
I love the seasons, I love the sports, I love day to day changes...but what I don't love is the constant complaining or having to listen to the same conversations day in and day out!
Massachusetts gets cold, snow, rain and the dreaded winter mix of slush...yuck. No one really likes it but living here you have to expect it. But everyday that is all I hear is...oh another fabulous day in new england...or I can't take this weather anymore...or can you believe it is snowing again. Come on people, it is the winter in new england we are supposed to get snow and cold.
The other thing is the Super Bowl....ok we lost bummer....there is always next year. The Pats are human...aren't they entitled to lose a game here and there without being criticized for it??
I am looking for a mix in conversation. I would even welcome listening about Britney Spears for goodness sake!!
I love the seasons, I love the sports, I love day to day changes...but what I don't love is the constant complaining or having to listen to the same conversations day in and day out!
Massachusetts gets cold, snow, rain and the dreaded winter mix of slush...yuck. No one really likes it but living here you have to expect it. But everyday that is all I hear is...oh another fabulous day in new england...or I can't take this weather anymore...or can you believe it is snowing again. Come on people, it is the winter in new england we are supposed to get snow and cold.
The other thing is the Super Bowl....ok we lost bummer....there is always next year. The Pats are human...aren't they entitled to lose a game here and there without being criticized for it??
I am looking for a mix in conversation. I would even welcome listening about Britney Spears for goodness sake!!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
What have I become?
This blog makes me feel like I have the shoulder to complain too. Maybe it is my own little private Idaho!! But I honestly feel like I can spill the beans and not be judge...hence this complaint!
Being the proud mother of 2 amazing little men makes me the proudest person in the world. I feel that is the one thing that I have done without flaw. I also feel that I am doing an OK job at it, as well. With that, I also feel that I can let my hair down a bit...or up for that matter.
The other day, I came home from work. I just changed my schedule and work an additional 2 full days in the office. I get home at 4:45 pm, I rush and pick up the baby from my mothers (who thank GOD that she watches the baby) and then I go home to where Trent is waiting for me. He gets picked up from school on the two days from my mother in law...another Thank you GOD!!!
So at this point I am a mental case rushing because I know that dinner needs to be made, baby changed or fed, Trent makes a mess with his toys that require picking up and then I need to get out of my work clothes and into something much more comfortable....and up goes the hair in a clip. It is bad enough that I smell like baby formula at the end of the night but I don't need it in my hair too! So I go up to my bed room to change and I am rushing mind you to hurry and take care of everyone and there is my husband...relaxing!!!! RELAXING!!!! Oh he is home and I have to run around while all he has to do is just help a little! But I guess he is tired...did he wake up 5 times last night to replace a Binky that does not want to stay in my baby's mouth or did he go down to the kitchen at 4 am for a cup of cold apple juice, that my other bubba wanted??? No he did not. But that is not the true complaint here. What upset me is......when I got home I threw on the first comfortable thing I could find which happened to be a pair of feety pj's. If you don't know what feety pj's are, think of a big bunny..that's what they are. Anyway, mine are huge on me and I trip so I put a belt on so I could cook dinner without falling. I looked silly but it was warm and who cares I am home in the privacy of my own house!!!
Well, my sweet darling husband said" what the hell are you wearing" I said it was the first thing that I found that was warm. "well you make it very hard for me!" that was his response. I turned and said hard for what?and he said to find you attractive! WHAT A JERK!!!!
I made dinner and I ate alone...and then of course I yelled after and told him that he was rude and that he is not perfect and I do everything and if I want to put on something ugly I will.He said just because you are a mother you don't have to look like one. You leave for work all cute and come home to me and don't care what you look like. He was so bent out of shape...like I don't care about him or something.
I just ignored him and went to bed....of course I changed into my silk pj's...not for him but the others get to hot!!! Can you believe him???? or have I become a "mom"????
Being the proud mother of 2 amazing little men makes me the proudest person in the world. I feel that is the one thing that I have done without flaw. I also feel that I am doing an OK job at it, as well. With that, I also feel that I can let my hair down a bit...or up for that matter.
The other day, I came home from work. I just changed my schedule and work an additional 2 full days in the office. I get home at 4:45 pm, I rush and pick up the baby from my mothers (who thank GOD that she watches the baby) and then I go home to where Trent is waiting for me. He gets picked up from school on the two days from my mother in law...another Thank you GOD!!!
So at this point I am a mental case rushing because I know that dinner needs to be made, baby changed or fed, Trent makes a mess with his toys that require picking up and then I need to get out of my work clothes and into something much more comfortable....and up goes the hair in a clip. It is bad enough that I smell like baby formula at the end of the night but I don't need it in my hair too! So I go up to my bed room to change and I am rushing mind you to hurry and take care of everyone and there is my husband...relaxing!!!! RELAXING!!!! Oh he is home and I have to run around while all he has to do is just help a little! But I guess he is tired...did he wake up 5 times last night to replace a Binky that does not want to stay in my baby's mouth or did he go down to the kitchen at 4 am for a cup of cold apple juice, that my other bubba wanted??? No he did not. But that is not the true complaint here. What upset me is......when I got home I threw on the first comfortable thing I could find which happened to be a pair of feety pj's. If you don't know what feety pj's are, think of a big bunny..that's what they are. Anyway, mine are huge on me and I trip so I put a belt on so I could cook dinner without falling. I looked silly but it was warm and who cares I am home in the privacy of my own house!!!
Well, my sweet darling husband said" what the hell are you wearing" I said it was the first thing that I found that was warm. "well you make it very hard for me!" that was his response. I turned and said hard for what?and he said to find you attractive! WHAT A JERK!!!!
I made dinner and I ate alone...and then of course I yelled after and told him that he was rude and that he is not perfect and I do everything and if I want to put on something ugly I will.He said just because you are a mother you don't have to look like one. You leave for work all cute and come home to me and don't care what you look like. He was so bent out of shape...like I don't care about him or something.
I just ignored him and went to bed....of course I changed into my silk pj's...not for him but the others get to hot!!! Can you believe him???? or have I become a "mom"????
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