I get so frustrated when:
I don’t get time to read or write blogs. I hate that more than anything. This is my escape for me. My friends live here in blog world. I feel like I have failed as a bloggy friend when I can’t get to your pages and read them. Seems like I am constantly on the go for everyone else anymore, and I cannot find time for me.
Gene has to work ridiculous hours. He is at work most mornings by 6 am and lately if he gets home by 10pm it is a miracle. Tonight he got home at 10 pm and was wore slap out, and he has to be back in by 530 am because he has to go clean out spider webs from the ceiling. Before you ask no he is not maintenance. Even better he is not even a team leader but he sure does 2x the work of the one they have. Being totally serious.
I feel like the housework seems to never end. With the way I run for everyone getting all the laundry done in one day is a miracle in and of itself. Throw in dishes and dinner and errands and 451 phone calls a day and I cannot seem to get ahead.
Being sick but not getting a chance to get well. How is it everyone else can sleep all day, get meds, drink fluids, do nothing and they are over it in a matter of a couple of days. Yet there never seems to be time for me to get much needed recharging and rest to get back to even sub par. I get cranky when I get sick and even more so when I feel used and ignored. OH mom’s running a 102.6 fever and has blurred vision? Hand her a Dayquil and tell her to run me to town. I kid you not.
When I get so stressed that I cannot swallow. I know it is an anxiety issue. I get overwhelmed. I used to think the panic attacks were the worst, I was wrong. Being in the midst of eating and suddenly choking on something because you feel as if you just completely forgot how to swallow. I can go a couple of weeks at a time and be fine. Until I reach a point of overfrustration and inability to hide it, and my body responds. Not a good thing to happen when you are alone with your 2 kids eating at a nice restaurant. So I have learned to watch for the warning signs. Having to ‘swallow’ from one side of my mouth because the other side seems to freeze right at the top of my throat. Or simply a feeling like if I swallow that bite I cannot breathe so I have to calm down enough to breath and swallow. Funny how something my body has done naturally all my life has suddenly become such an issue.
People cannot spell. DIS IZ NOT HOW U SPELL. Drives me monkey poo crazy. Grammar I may not have mastered but I can spell. What makes it worse is using a word that spell check doesn’t recognize and those annoying red wiggly lines, like I can see under the short sentence about this one. Words I KNOW I have spelled correctly. I refuse to read a blog that is filled with spelling errors.
I am sure I have many more but for the life of me they went poof.
So you know the rules now play along.