Purple Heart

Right now, I'm pretty angry.

I'm angry that as soon as we get one child in the neighborhood to settle down and behave like a human being, another one (or really, several of the little beasts) begins to drive us over the edge.

It doesn't help that I'm still in pain, and still feeling exhausted most of the time.

Today's insanity was inspired by my being made a butler. I spent about 15 minutes opening a door, for no reason at all.

First, it was "OPEN THIS STUPID DOOR!" because it was locked--as it should be, since we had just gotten home. Then it was because there were bugs out there. Then it was because the Howler left the front and went to the back (a bug free zone.)

I would have just enough time to sit down and get started on what I was doing, to have the bell sound and the pounding start...so I could get up and open the door again.

And let me tell you, when your elbow feels like it's twice the size is actually is and is achy and sore like you've just loaded a dozen 80 pound bags of Quikrete into a truck bed that's taller than you are, you still forget that, and since you're right handed, open the dammed door with your right hand.

Being greeted by little faces asking "Where's the Howler?" doesn't improve your mood. Then when the Howler re enters the house through a different door to whine and complain about God-Alone-Knows-What, the screaming and yelling that commences is probably going to be embarrassing when you next make eye contact with the neighbors.

And knowing the this scene is going to repeat itself several times over the course of the next two days...well, screaming bloody murder now really is just a warm up.

Add to all this the fact that, as annoying as OPK are, your own flesh and blood child is over the top annoying--what with the whining and pouting that you know, beyond a doubt is in your future...

If I shoot myself in the foot, will they send me home from this war?

Follow The Directions

Enjoy~I did.

Warning!

For those who have been following the Saga of the Mumplized PTA, I've gotten a warning I must share:

There is an elementary teacher in CA who accidentally included 6 seconds of videotape showcasing her very personal, very adult love life in a video tape of "highlights" of the year for her students.

The warning is this: if, as a PTA, we're planning on having some video/powerpoint/slide show action at Open House, this is a VERY good time to be sure we're using brand spanking (hah!) new materials to make the visual aids.

And, in general, it's a good idea to CAREFULLY LABEL those personal adult moments and NEVER EVER re-use the tapes....burn 'em, but don't recycle 'em. In this one particular instance, I'm guessing that EVERYONE (especially the parents) will be glad that you're killing the environment, instead of killing their children's idolized image of you.

As a personal, adult side note: 6 seconds is not enough time to showcase the highlights of my current love life, not that I'm sharing My Sweetie with anybody--under any circumstances. *just sose ya knows.*

Day Late & Dollar Short

I just realized that last Friday--July 3--was my three-year blogiversary.

So, it's true. Time flies when you don't know what you're doing.

Boy Meets Girl

Him: Her:

Ah, yes. Young Lovers.

So, For The Record..

If you're going on vacation, and yer plans involve having amusement park tickets in advance, and you can't be amused at the amusement park unless you have the tickets, forgetting the tickets at home isn't a good idea.

It's also not fun to realize after you've been on the interstate for just shy of 40 minutes that you've left the tickets at home.

And if that happens, even the most understanding and wonderful of husbands will make fun of you for the rest of the week.

Just so you know.

Kick Me

Somebody please explain to me WHY I can't remember what hell it is to have a yard sale.