It really sucks when you can’t phone it in.

Mommies don’t get sick days.

I think that’s the hardest part of the whole thing.  No matter how sick/tired/crazy you are, there’s still some kids who need their asses wiped and whatnot.

I’m so sick all I can do is lay in bed and cry because I need help so, so, so badly today and Mister left for work at 6:30 am, and so here I am with Girlfriend who NEVER. STOPS. TALKING. and Homeslice who makes endless suicide attempts and then falls down and cries.

AND THEN I get to go to work for 8 hours after suffering through the day with the kids.

Plus it’s 92 degrees today, humid as a motherfucker, and we have no air conditioning.

I so don’t want to be me today.

WHO WANTS TO TRADE?

What’s your sad story today, Queefies?  Come to Crissy’s pity party, but after the bitching and the whining, I want you to tell me how you’re lucky.

When I feel really crappy and I’m feasting on triple chocolate misery cake, I like to tell myself how lucky I am I’m not a woman  who has to live in fear of soldiers busting in and gang raping me and then driving a bayonet through Homeslice.  I’m lucky that I have a job to go to.  I’m lucky that Girlfriend is smart and has lots to say.  I’m lucky that I have 7 air conditioners that we choose not to use.

I’m lucky I have all the Queefies to talk to.

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27 comments

  1. Somedays it just seems way too overwhelming. Popsicles for breakfast. Stick your head in the freezer for awhile. I always do that when I can’t handle it anymore. Kiddie pool? Hang in there. Thinking of you.
    .-= k8’s last blog post… Peace =-.

  2. The problem with the A/C is that the house is really open which makes it almost impossible to air condition the place. We have seven air conditioners, but we don’t like to use them.

  3. I haven’t slept longer than one and a half hours (in a row) in probably a month or more now, but I can’t remember how long I’ve been without sleep because I’m so damned tired. I know I haven’t gotten more than 4 in a row since at least November (you know how it is right before having a baby, you have to pee every 3-4 hours). I have to keep a full time job because we moved to a place we can’t afford to live if I stop working. So I am working 40-45 hours a week, running the household, taking care of a newborn (shut up, I know she’s almost 6 months old already), waiting to hear about a new job, and am 2000 miles away from all of my friends and most of my family. And doing it all on no sleep and no energy – I’m too tired most mornings to exercise, which I know will make me feel better and look better and give me more energy.

    BUT. I’m lucky that I have a full time job. I’m lucky that I have a healthy, beautiful, smart, and strong daughter. I’m lucky that I have a husband who tries to help when he can/remembers. I’m lucky that I have family and friends who love me, even if they are 2000 miles away. I’m lucky my husband got his dream job (even if it is 2000 miles away). I’m lucky that we have food on the table, roof over our heads, and clothes on our backs.

    And not to rub it in, but we have AC. You sort of have to have central air in CA or you die and stuff. But our rental house is not efficiently laid out, so we fry all the time or pay one millionty dollars to cool it. *sigh* it’s always something.

    Wish I was there for reals. We could drink and play in the kiddie pool that I’ll buy us at Target and watch the girls play with each other.

  4. Try this one on for size. I’ll be on Cape Cod. In August. In a house without air conditioning. When I’m pregnant. Help me if it’s 95 and humid (which it has been every other year we’re there, why not this year, too?!). Sigh.

  5. My kids never stop talking either. It’s pretty annoying, except for the one who DOESN’T talk who SHOULD be talking who is now going to be getting THERAPY because she might have brain damage. I wish she’d talk. GAH.
    .-= Aunt Becky’s last blog post… Go Ask THE DAVER- =-.

  6. Look at it this way… You have an amazing husband (even if he chooses not to wear pants), and you are fortunate enough to have a adorable house and 2 beautiful kids. I on the other hand have no house or kids on the horizon and will be 35 in 2 weeks.(did you hear that tick-tock?) I’m taking organic chemisrty and nursing research this summer. Jeff may not be wearing pants much as of late. He’s now wearing a kilt.

  7. I’m grateful to you, Crissy, for explaining to me, day after day, why I would be an unfit mother and really, really shouldn’t go there. You handle shit with humor and grace that would have me hanging over a ledge.

  8. i would go to work sick (unless i was dying). people at the office would say shit, but it was easier to be there then to be at home & have to take care of everybody else’s needs & complaints.

    at least install 1 of the AC’s in the bedroom so you can sleep at night.

    & happy belated birthday bitch, i’m 39 in a couple of weeks….
    .-= justme’s last blog post… dreaming =-.

  9. It sucks to be me today because this weekend I was a total ass and pissed off three close friends with my behavior, and even though I’ve apologized I’m in that place where I have to wait for them to either forgive me and move forward, or cut me out of their life. And I’m really hoping that they don’t want to cut me out of their life.

    BUT, on the positive, I’ve learned a lot about myself because of this, and I think I can really make a change to be a better person because of this. Without this I wouldn’t be able to take a long hard look at the reasons behind my behavior, so I am thankful for that.

    Plus I have a cute dog who loves me no matter what so that’s nice.
    .-= Ashley, the Accidental Olympian’s last blog post… DONT MIND THE EMO- THIS TOO SHALL PASS =-.

  10. OK, so first off I’m unemployed. I signed up for an LPN program which costs thousands, and I can’t even get hired in retail to help pay for it. Second, my boyfriend (also unemployed) is going through a hugely bitter divorce and custody fight with his sociopath wife (she changed the locks on him while he was gone, took his name off their supposedly joint bank accounts, told him she’d lie to the police if tried to get back in even though he was living in his car, etc.) and I’m in the thick of it. It’s all divorce, all the time. My dad (age 96) just fell and broke his hip and is now in a nursing home, the most pathetic of places. And my vodka supply is running low.
    On the other hand, I have a nice house, my BF is a great guy despite all his baggage, and I have money to pay for gas and groceries and utilities. And vodka.

  11. Here’s my contribution to our pity party: I’m 51 and single. I’m not interested in most men, except if they strike my fancy in certain ways. They have to be smart, funny, creative, and look handsome to me. What’s so hard about that? I dunno, but I missed the boat in the pairing up department years ago, and haven’t been able to find an appropriate boat since then. I have been tempted by pretty boys who dangle tantalizing fantasies in from to me, and then don’t follow through with their suggestions. They also frequently have problems with depression or substance abuse.

    The last one is neither depressed nor addicted, but has a girlfriend. He misled me into thinking that he was leaving said girlfriend, but that was never his intention. His intention was to get me to agree to be his sexual partner, one way or another. Well, this guy is my personal trainer, and has an incredible body as well as a very sweet disposition. He still flirts with me and tries to invite himself to my house, and tries to deceive me into thinking that he’s not in his other relationship.

    And here’s where it’s good to be me: Today, I finally found a way to quietly tell him off. I said, “I don’t underestand you. I don’t know why you ever thought that sharing a guy with another woman would be enough for me. Don’t build a house of cards. It just collapses”.

    I doubt that he’s going to change his behavior as a result of my lecturing him, but at least he’s not getting the result he wants from deceptive behavior.
    .-= Helen’s last blog post… Three Flowers Barrette =-.

  12. I really don’t know this week the kids are in Vacation Bible School and are having a blast and the weather has cooled tremendously which is a true blessing and while I have a raging headache, at least I’m alive, right?

    And Aunt Becky…if you come back and read comments, I’ve got little Amelia in my prayers. I pray that she starts talking and yaps paint off walls just like her mom!
    .-= Rebecca’s last blog post… Summer of 2002 =-.

  13. Ummm, let’s see… I got upgraded from “temp” to “temp-to-hire” at work which, as I understand it, means they get to work me like a dog and could still cut me loose in 90 days with no repercussions.

    The whole situation is rather like getting married just so you can STOP DATING ALREADY…. It’s not the right reason, but it’s easier than having to keep looking.

    The up side, I suppose, is if I make it through the next 90 days, I may have a “real” job for the first time since 2006.
    .-= MsDarkstar’s last blog post… Should be Shopping Sunday Post =-.

  14. I just read this, and I’m late, but my daddy is in the hospital. He had cardiac arrest on 6/15/10 (his 66th birthday)..they had to shock him 17x between the ambulance/first responders and the ER. They said he wouldn’t make it. He had bypass surgery on the 24th, and will have a difibrilator put in tomorrow.

    The reason I am lucky? He made it.
    .-= Shelly’s last blog post… Out of commission =-.

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