When I was a teenager a friend and I had a pact. When either of us became too complaining or repetitively whiny, we would allow each other 60 seconds to rant without interruption, after which all annoying comments must stop and we would move on. I remember that all those irritations what stumped me rarely filled a full-minute of rant and I spent the last 15 seconds trying to fish out any remaining gripes.
I need this tradition back. Today's rant doesn't have much to do about living in France, though I've certainly had times when it was ALL about that. It's more of a Suburban Mom Gets the Blues. I know, mundane.
Anyway, here goes:
I've been sick all week along with Boo and resent that I catch everything that comes our way and always get it much worse. I've been "sleeping" for the last 3 nights propped up on pillows listening to Boo wheezing close by and having swine flu dreams. I will not hesitate to vaccinate if given the opportunity.
Due to aforementioned illness my body is slow and my brain is fuzzy. My right ear is clogged and I feel like an old granny, asking everyone to repeat themselves and shouting a little when I talk.
My house is a mess. It rained heavy Mediterranean rain earlier in the week and despite our efforts there is now detritus all over the house. E left this big muddy footprint on the just-cleaned floor:
Oh, and I'm enjoying postpartum hair loss with hair coming out in clumps when I wash it as well as when it damn well pleases. It's all over everything.
The mosquitoes will not go away! I mean, it's the end of October for crissakes' and they are still buzzing around. I'm taking out my frustration on them:
I'm feeling a bit worried about my non-mom life. Work is looming (more on that later) and has me grouchy and preoccupied.
And...and...and..my cat puked on my bed this past weekend -- I'll spare you any visual. The time change is wreaking havoc with kids' schedule -- 5.30am wake-up call Sunday and Monday. Seriously, they should put little kids into the Torture Handbook at the CIA.
Whew! I feel much better, thanks. E, or as he likes to be called "Super-Husband" has taken the day off. Boo is with his nounou. We are headed to the beach to bask and to eat lunch with my feet in the sand. See? Even when a Rant is needed, at least there is an escape. See you later!
Rant away if you need to!! Hope the week gets better!
Posted by: Mardi @eatlivetravelwrite | October 26, 2009 at 08:01 PM