Monday, January 25, 2010

hormoaning

Let us sing for you, Mrs. S

My dear friend Shana (clearly gunning for bff status; we'll talk) posted this pic on my Facebook page today. It was, by far, the best part of my Monday.

Being a teacher, especially one of teens prone to hardship [real & manufactured], I often espouse such uplifting mantras as "It's not the end of the world" and "Things will get better." However, every 28 days now & again I want to tell my own self to f*ck off when these words flit through my consciousness. Because sometimes things FEEL LIKE the end of the world, and that they WILL NOT get better. For example:
  • Brand new darling $acrazyamountevenwitha20%offcoupon shoes that make my former bunion weep for a few hours before it just goes numb
  • Not getting tea because the limping throws off my errand-running
  • The throbbing headache that starts one minute into my first class
  • Forgetting to manage a number of key tasks for students, 3 days before the end of the quarter
  • Can't get hold of the yearbook guy to download our software [again] before things are even more overdue
  • Canker sores
  • Getting a chocolate cupcake instead of the chocolate chip coffee cake I asked for
  • Eating the damned cupcake rather than telling the barista he got it wrong
  • No time or energy to stalk see Blockbuster guy
  • Online class I need to finish before March that I haven't yet started
  • Children forgetting to do chores when they get home
  • Children rolling eyes and groaning when reminded to do chores
  • Being too tired & cold to check the mail
  • Being too tired & cold to make dinner
  • Cluttered countertops
  • Box of ornaments still without a home
  • Son not fitting into 2/3 of his underwear & jeans
  • My stupid healing foot still too swollen for the fluffy cute slippers Stu got me for Christmas
  • Needing friend time but feeling too weary & scattered to schedule

Intellectually I know I'm spinning (and things will get better; it's not the end of the world). Emotionally, however, I desperately want those Glee men to bust through my door and...do something. Anything. Sing a song, clean my counters, check the mail. All of the above, realistically & metaphorically.

Here's to hard days.

14 comments:

Fantastic Forrest said...

Nice. Great title, excellent post.

Now I know how to attain bff status with you. Off to pick a pic or two to post on your FB.

Sugar said...

Hilarious!
You've got some great posts. I'm really enjoying reading your blog...even the title is clever!

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

Yikes. It's got to get better soon. How long until spring break?

Stu said...

Don't worry, it will get better soon :)

I'll go get the mail.

DanaB said...

There. Don't you feel better just posting alla that?!? Hugs n hopes for the bright moments to outshine the suckin' ones :)
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brandy101 said...

oh I hear ya about the kids growing out of stuff too quickly...in our case, BOTH of daughter's winter jackets now have busted zippers so I have to scramble to go find something she wont complain about in her size hopefully on sale...

Very Mary said...

And here's to living in a country where women are free to work, in pants. And free to have more than one child. And free to have a barista and consistent mail delivery and synthetic slippers. And here's to not having an arranged marriage, instead having a Stu.

Lisa Wheeler Milton said...

What a rotten day! Please take the shoes back and have them stretch them a bit. They are beautiful and look like the sturdy kind of leather that doesn't stretch readily on its own. (I've been through this with some of my danskos. They are super nice about it.)

Tea tomorrow after school at my house? I could provide cookies. Or cupcakes. Your choice.

Danielle said...

I know just how you feel (well aside from the sore foot..)! I'm feeling the same way this week, and what it's only Tuesday?

LarryG said...

While your picking up the mail you might snag a dust rag on the way back through Stu!
I need to take some of these household healthy hints to heart.

snugglebug said...

Well obviously your sense of humor wasn't destroyed by your bad day. That's a good thing.

Lisa said...

Here's to some better days which I hope are right around the corner for you.

I would have eaten the cupcake, too, and been pissed about it.

Texan Mama @ Who Put Me In Charge said...

Aw, man, that really sucks.

I wish I could run over to your house and bring you my special Gooey Butter Cake. It is so delish.

But, I can't exactly run over. I'm, like, a zillion miles away.

But I can send a hug! here ya go!
(((((hug)))))

Hairline Fracture said...

Coincidentally, I watched the first 4 episodes of Glee on DVD this week and it helped my mood immensely. Also it made "Don't Stop Believin'" and "All the Single Ladies" take turns playing in my head!

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