Brain Barf

May contain traces of nuts.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Bunt!


For the love of the game, and my children, almost equally. :o)
Opening ceremony for second daughter and twins boys is tomorrow at 9:30 am.
(This explains why I am still awake)
They are members in our towns softball/teeball leagues (again).
Their uniforms, cleats, gloves, hats, visors are all set out (with NO help from the traitor dryer).
This is all great and wonderful.



BUT:
My oldest daughter is on a highly (costly) competitive tournament softball team (in a neighboring town as ours is very small and she is very good and there isn't a team here for her level). This team she is on has YEAR ROUND practice. This means, I have been driving her butt 1/2 hour each way 3 times a week for practice since August.
Also, two tournaments so far. Two days each (because the are awesome and don't get eliminated on the first day (( I admit that on Saturday at 8pm I sometimes wish they would just LOSE, so we can go home already))
The first, an hour drive each way and the second just far enough away that the Marriott experienced my family's decibel level capabilities.
She has a tournament every other weekend until late August, except for June/July, where we go five weekends in a row in multiple cities. (please assign me a mental health evaluator now).

Yes, I am excited for (for my kiddos) opening day ceremonies, but JEEBUS, I have the fucking T-shirt already.
Note to self: Buy stock in Easton, Exxon and/or convince children to take up non-competitive knitting.

Friday, April 28, 2006

RWI

Lately, I've been feeling like the cup is half empty.
So, I decided to refresh my beverage and perspective and run with, the cup half full.
You can see where this is going right?
Now I'm an alcoholic who spilled all of my booze.

Kidding of course, if I can't laugh at myself, there is a waiting list of people who will.

I'm not kidding when I say that the appliance Dogs have conspired against me.
The water heater contributed to the delinquency of my dryer. I can accept this.
What troubles me is how they wooed the coffee pot into their evil plot (dear coffee pot, I've always been so faithful, I admit that I neglected the water heater and the dryer, but YOU, I've always cherished)
You. Will. Be. Replaced.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

The lazy faker

Whenever I get the urge to rant about the spouse (like this very fucking minute, argghhh),
I pause..(1234567910) and I remember.
I remember to not whine about *him*. (ahem, public blog.)
I remember what life was like before.
I remember the aching soul longing I felt for a partner/lover.
I remember wanting someone to share the daily mundane pains and joys with.
I remember what it was like to be a single, the only, parent.
I remember the loneliness of watching my children do something amazing, and not having someone who thought they were as beautiful as I did....Wishing someone could relish every millisecond of their awesomeness as much as me.
I admit, that I remember what it was like to live on single income.
I remember my pathetic one room apartment that I could barely afford, but loved, because I worked so hard to get it and keep it.
and...
sometimes, I remember how much simpler life was.
No one to question my judgment, checkbook, parenting techniques, insomnia or why I like pickled beets at 3 am.

I won't post about tonight, where he tells me that he thinks my social anxiety is only because I am lazy and I don't *want* to, and everything would be solved if I would just try harder.
Mr. Therapist, Mr. MD and paxil: Seems you were dead assed wrong.
You shouldn't of diagnosed me.
You should have just told me to try harder and it seems I would have been cured, (but can you help me ignore my rash, tight chest and tunnel vision that occurs in public situations?)
Sorry for being such a lazy faker.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

...

I. am. just. so. tired.