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 =-.

I’m with Dingo, that man needs to get his sweet ass home and install some air conditioners. Girrrrrrl, I thought you had him trained better than that ! ; )
.-= inannasstar’s last blog post… Tough Shit Tuesday – Medical Tests =-.

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.

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.

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- =-.

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.

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 =-.

Keep bitching people! Well done! We are a bunch of sad and sorry/lucky as hell people!
.-= Crissy’s last blog post… It really sucks when you can’t phone it in =-.

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 =-.

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 =-.

I had to go to work today on my day off to learn how to microchip. Then I came home and nearly died because even with heating and a blanket over me, I am still Freezing my damn ass off.
I’d trade the weather. 92 sounds pretty dreamy to me.
.-= CuppyCakes’s last blog post… Come With Us To Candy Mountain- Charlie =-.