annieology

First of all, I had a dream that one day all kids would go to school.  That did NOT happen on Monday.

I love my kids,  but….and this is the best quote EVER.  Kids do not bring “the gift of happiness.”  It goes on to say something about meaning and purpose and I guess, but happiness was not abundant today.

My day started with the therapist showing up. ON TIME.  For the first time EVER.    The only one awake at that time is Boog.  So she sits him down and REVISITS the whole dog being dead.  And we have to send more balloons to heaven.  Yes, it was very helpful.  LAST WEEK.  This week, just a reason to throw a fit about balloons.  You see, balloons are not allowed in our house.  Tech Support had a friend die by balloon when he was ten, they are not representative of happy things, so they are kept under lock and key.  So, we have to send balloons to our dead dog in heaven, (more on that another day) and we all have to do it at once, and it is impossible to fill three balloons with helium at the same time, so Boog runs off with a balloon that he can be defiant with.  Thank you therapy lady.

So, that happened.

Then we got a new dishwasher.  They were going to deliver it but not install it.  The deal was that if we unhooked the old one, they’d haul it away.  So….the old one developed this nasty habit of sucking black water out of the drains into the dishwasher,  I know grossness.  Anyway, it is impossible to get all of the water out of a dishwasher and particularly enjoyable when that water is black.

Then it was housekeeper day, which is not annoying.  However some of the things that happen to my stuff IS annoying.

Like for instance.  Today I had left my debit card on my nightstand, had it in the pocket and emptied the pocket on the nightstand and so there were keys and a debit card and some other things.   I go looking for it later, it is not in the basket on the nightstand.  It is not on the dresser, or the 1,400 other places I looked, which negated the housekeeping for the most part. By. The Way.  It was in a fresh Ziploc gallon storage bag.  Folded up to the size of the card and put neatly away.

This is something I don’t get.

Neat is not always useful.  Sure it was all pretty and safe and what not, but not very useful.

Like my phone.  Pretty.  Yes!  Useful?  Not always.

So, more annoying things.  The new dishwasher.  Shiny shininess.  For 47 seconds until the son put tools on the door to hook up the electricity.  47 seconds before my new DW was scratched.  Badly.  I think that is some sort of record around here.

One last annoying dishwasher point, then I will be over it.  I did not have a copper elbow joint so it is still uninstalled.

Annoying.

and I’m reading Marcus Buckingham’s book, and by reading I mean listening to it on itunes and skimming along when I feel like it, that he wrote about the show/seminar he did for Oprah.  You remember the one.  Or at least Essie does.    The one where women who were unfulfilled in their life came for life coaching.  You’ll remember the lady who has been the office manager for her husband for 100 years and HATED office managing.  Spent her whole life worrying she would forget to pay somebody and therefore starve his children and force them into the streets.

Anyway, I had a point…..

He also reads the book, but not in an audio book sort of way, he’s actually good at it.

Oh so I’m listening to this book, and he is laying out the premise that women are less happy than men, if they have children they are less happy, as they get older they get less and less happy with their families, their careers, their lack of careers, their 9 billion options.

When they had no options they just decided they would do the best in the situation, and then all of a sudden they have to choose whether to work or not.  Will putting the kids in daycare ruin them forever, or will I be on the mommy track forever and never achieve what I want professionally, and every choice has a consequence and can I live with that consequence?  And it paralyzes us.

What has annoyed me so far, is that I’m not far enough into the book to find out the answer about what to do.  And I don’t want to be one of those people who listens to motivational speakers in my sleep, hoping to learn during my REM sleep, or whatever.

So, tomorrow I will find out what to do, and then go do it, because I cannot stay at home with these kids any longer.  I love them, but seriously one day, I will go out for milk and never come back.

Did I also tell you that Boog threw a shoe through our living room window?  And by through I mean THRU.   And did I tell you that our house was built in 1870 apparently, and windows were different sizes back then so to replace the window we need to special order.  Oh yes, we could put glass in the window, for half the price of a new window and if the oh so sturdy aluminum frames don’t bend.    So we decide to replace that window.  Of course we also have to replace it’s twin so they are all matchy.  Replacing the one window would be like getting one breast augmented.   This one is shiny and new while this one, well, it’s just sad when sitting right next to little miss perky.

So, that’s about $1,000 and to think I could have put them all in daycare today for $100.

Then, to unwind?  I sit down and watch a show on the DVR.  Doesn’t matter which one.  But it gets to a point where the detectives open a door, have a shocked look on their faces and say “well look who’s here.”  And then the damn DVR stopped recording.  No explanation as to why.  So, guess who doesn’t know who’s here.  Probably the killer or a hooker, but guess who will never know.  That would be me.

I think that about covers all annoying things for today.

I will be applying for a job at Target tomorrow.  Hopefully they will let me fold towels, because don’t you just love to see hundreds of perfectly folded towels?

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