WYFP, Dec 6, 2008
I am in a snarly mood, people. A foul mood. A ~ well ~ a WHAT'S YOUR F*$#IN' PROBLEM mood. And that's actually unusual for me. I'm fairly even-tempered, normally. Relatively serene. Largely live-and-let-live. Not so today. Today, I long to trip innocent people as they pass and then laugh at their spilled pumpkin chai cinnamon cranberry soy eggnog lattes. I long to cut off the poor schmoe who had the right of way at the 4-way stop. Today, the Whos Down in Whoville should fear me. Today, I don't even have the usual desire to spice up the following:
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More of my discontented bitching below.
Maybe my problem is that time is sort of telescoping right now. Christmas is clawing its way toward me like something from the end of 'Freaks'. Then January rolls around with the inauguration, which we’re attending, but it’s just such a huge trip... Okay, I know, we’re going to the inauguration. What’s to bitch about? There just isn't enough time between now and then!
You know the scene from "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" where the sleigh was creeping, creeping over the top of the hill and was just about to topple over the edge and Max the dog was backpedaling and backpedaling trying to keep it from plunging into the abyss? Well, I feel like I’m standing at the bottom of that cliff, waiting for the sleigh to crash down.
Plus, the job that I’m usually great at? I feel like I’m sucking right now. I’m a nanny. And I’ve got a 6-month-old who has me gnawing on my last nerve. Criminy, he’s just a malcontent. And his cry! If my kid made the sound this kid makes when he cries, I'd think something had been amputated. Seriously, this baby's "You're setting me down?" is another child's "I've been stabbed!" At the end of the day yesterday, I felt like I needed to burn a bundle of sage or something to cleanse the house. An exorcist, maybe. Sweet little guy when he's happy but, wow. He’s a challenge.
Anyway, we're working on tickets for the inauguration and I've got a pic of my kid with Congressman Earl Blumenauer. I tried to post it here, but I can't get the code to work. It's a crappy picture, anyway, but at least you can tell who they are. Kid CJB met the congressman on Thursday while Earl was at my kid’s school when they were finishing a segment on elections. You can see the pic and read more about it at Kid CJB’s website if you want. It's here.
So, there is this week's grievance in all of it's disjointed glory. Knock yourselves out.
What's Your F*$%in' Problem?