Since I
already banged on about mindfulness last week and how absolutely brilliant and
fabulous I am with the technique, I figured I would have nothing to rant about
this week for The Lounge. Then, I found myself in a perfectly charming mood for
most of the week. I felt like punching anyone who had the misfortune to glance
sideways at me. Nice. This was when I wasn't feeling all bloated, blah and sooky sooky
la la. Thank you, PM Fucking S. I hate you.
These mood swings persisted for most of the week, until the other day when I was
innocently sitting down minding my business, and BAM! It felt like I’d been
stabbed. Nope, just period pain. Oh, the joys of being a woman.
Which brings me to another joy of being female. Bra's. I am 42 and
I’ve never found a comfortable one yet. I’m beginning to think that using the
word bra and comfortable in the same sentence is an oxymoron.
While I am
here whinging away, I may as well whine about the weather. It’s COLD. I have to
put up with freezing my tits off for at least another 2 months before I can
begin whinging that it’s TOO HOT!! Hmph.
What else
can I whinge and rant about? Oh yeah, yesterday I had Mr 9’s Parent/Teacher
interview. I don’t know what it is about these things that make me feel like I’m
a little girl at school again, being chastised by the teacher for reading
my Enid Blyton book under the desk when
I was supposed to be working. Not that I ever did that. Nope. No way. Ahem.
The teacher
mentioned that Mr 9 often doesn’t complete his homework. Yeah, there’s a reason
for that. He sometimes needs my help and I DON’T UNDERSTAND IT. Year 3
Homework. THE SHAME.
Why does
homework have to be so freaking complicated? And why is there so quite so much
of it? I sent my kids to school instead of home schooling them so I didn't have to deal with this stuff. In fact, I can’t even believe
there are people who would seriously consider that as an option. I mean, of
course I admire it think it’s sheer insanity, but I couldn’t do it myself.
What's that? I'm a lazy arsed bogan? Well, duh. EXACTLY. I need the freaking teachers to do all that shit for me. It's not like my boys will learn much from me other than Advanced Cake Eating Skills. I've got that covered.
Of course, being such a lazy arsed bogan, I left it until the last minute to come up with this post (so far, it's been worth the wait, right?) then Thursday rolled around and it was time for The Lounge link up and I had nothing prepared, when I woke up feeling all dizzy and nauseous without even having had a single drink the nigh t before! What is with that?
But then, this morning, I had the house to myself, as Micky Blue Eyes had taken the car to be checked for rego and Mr 4 was at my parents house. After dutifully trudging up to the school with Mr 11 and 9, I then came home, happily made myself a coffee and sat down, in glorious silence, thinking I would be able to do some blog posts in peace. Wrong.
The computer DID NOT WORK. I spent hours fucking around unplugging and re-booting it, swearing at it and feeling like throwing it. Now it appears to be working, but who knows how long that will last.
Another
thing which had me peeved this week, was when I decided to dye my hair. I bought one of those new foamy ones. It was
super easy to apply. The only problem was, it has a very strong perfume, so
naturally, because I am super sensitive to such things, by the time I went to
bed later that night I had a pounding headache. Which pisses me off, because it
probably means I can’t use it again and it was so much easier than the other messy, drippy dyes and having to cling wrap
my head. Hmph. DOUBLE HMPH, EVEN.
I know. That doesn't make sense, but when do I ever make sense? Plus, I used the word 'rambling' in the title, so that should have been a give away that this post would be a heap of rambling CRAP. You knew you what you were getting yourself into right there, okay? So, I'm not going to apologise for the few minutes of your life you'll never get back after reading this drivel. Oh, alright. SORRY. Better luck next time. I might come up with something readable. Not promising anything, however.
Linking with The Lounge which is being hosted by Robomum.
What has you ranting
and raving this week?
