Monday, July 12, 2010

Ho Hum...

I have a very weary soul.I guess you could say I’ve been a bit stressed the past couple days (my stressors are both technical and human)-I should be exclaiming "So hum" (I am that) and enjoying time with my family, but I’m muttering "Ho hum" and secretly hoping for some peace. Writing is just one of the ways I use to deal with all of this, and the other is cheesecake, but since cheesecake keeps my tummy gummy, I’ll stick with the writing (at least for tonight.)Just be prepared for a pretty jumbled post…

I am slowly starting to comprehend why everyone says that little boys are harder than little girls because my son exhausts me in so many different ways. We have been living through the "week of the wart" as we try to home medicate a wart on my son’s heal. I am searching for just the right word to describe my experience with this malady but one just won’t do. Okay, I know I’m the mommy, and I should be taking care of these kinds of things without a second thought, but I’m dealing with a mixed bag of emotional stuff that includes revulsion, guilt at being revolted, annoyance for having to deal with something this "yucky," and finally concern and worry because I think my son may have to see a foot doctor (and I know that won’t be fun!) And of course, this is all happening just a short time before our beach vacation…

I am also realizing that my son’s little mind is a vast array of disjointed thoughts and unanswered questions, and the more time I spend with him, the more confused I get. I can’t quite figure out if he wants answers to his questions or not, even though he does ask me directly-it’s almost if he needs to ask the questions so that he can formulate his own answers, and our discussions have me going, "Huh?" Okay, here are some excerpts of a few of our conversations this past week:

I was getting ready to take the kids to the movies Friday afternoon when my son started asking or um, telling me about time.

"Mom, how long will the movie take?"

"The movie is an hour and a half, so if it starts at 1:55 it will be over around 3:30."

"Oh, so it will be half an hour."

"No, it’s an hour and a half."

"Okay." He sits and watches me get ready for a few minutes then says, "So if it’s a half hour it will be thirty minutes long since a half hour is thirty minutes."

I stared at him with my mouth hanging open and my brain went, "Huh?" Then my brain told me I wasn’t going to get anywhere with this one, so I numbly nodded my head in agreement. (Sometimes it’s best not to pursue that which cannot be pursued…)

Here’s another equally puzzling exchange that took place in the car. We were driving down the road in silence (a rarity I assure you) when my son asks me a question.

"Mom, who’s that lady who was born in the 1900s but died in 2000?"

"What lady?"

"You know, the one who lived in the 1900s." And then my brain went, "Huh?"

Now being quite schooled in history, my daughter pipes up, "Is it Betsy Ross?"

So someone needs a little refresher when it comes to American history, but she was trying to help, so I just said, "I’m pretty sure she died quite a long time ago since she lived during the American Revolution."

My daughter was relentless, "What about Susan B. Anthony?"

My son was elated, "Yes, that’s her. Didn’t she make the American flag or something?"

Okay, history isn’t a big thing with my son either.

"She was a suffragette."

My son wasn’t letting this one go. "She suffered from what?"

"She was one of the first women suffragettes," (I was sort of a proud that I knew the answer to this one) "and she fought for women’s rights."

"But how did she suffer?"

Well, how am I supposed to know that? So I gave a decidedly sophisticated answer, "I don’t know," and my brain once again told me to just let it go… (I'll Google it later.)

My son’s thinking is not the only thing that puzzles me-his behavior these days has been unique. He develops these little habits, and one he started doing this week is "pretend" crying, making these breathless, whimpering noises whenever I tell him to do something. And when I tell him to do anything, his immediate response is, "No," and it’s aggravating, as, well, you know... The consequence for the first sign of a whimper or a no answer is to lie down on his bed until I say he can get up-and for a guy who doesn’t take naps or likes to sleep in general, this is torture, so I’m hoping he stops this soon (at least before daddy has a coronary!)

Now I do have two children, and although my daughter doesn’t have the behavioral issues that her brother has, her tween brain is just as confusing and frustrating. She has become a walking, talking "get me" machine-every time we go anywhere she starts her requests, and it’s usually for junky, tidbit type stuff that would end up getting lost in the black hole in our house-formerly known as her room. Clothing and shoe purchases I’ll agree to because she is growing like a weed, but I stay tough when it comes to the junk (but daddy easily caves…)

And let’s get back to the black hole, otherwise known as her room. Do you know where she finds most of her lost items? In her bed! We're talking pencils, items of clothing, you name it and she sleeps alongside it every night, and my brain once again goes, "Huh?"

Last but not least are the technical troubles we’ve been having lately such as a leaking furnace, a faulty satellite dish, printer issues, and a fun time with Blogger. (You do know I’m throwing a mega dose of sarcasm your way, don’t you?) Well, the satellite dish issue has been fixed, we are working on the furnace issue, I gave up on the printer, and my Blog has me shaking my head. I wanted to just tweak my blog a bit just to make it more professional looking, but that one tweak took me nearly six hours to fix. I tried out one of the new designs Blogger has but mistakenly clicked on "Apply" because I thought I could just go back to my original format-silly me! I first thought the design was doable until I checked my website with MSN-none of my sidebar widgets worked and my buttons were piled all over each other. I still can’t figure out why because everything looked great with Firefox and on my smart phone. Can you say, "Huh?" Thank goodness I kept a copy of one of my reworked formats, although I still had to work with it for over an hour before everything looked decent enough. I think I’m going to make a dummy site to rework some designs before applying them to my site, but right now I will keep my tired look a tad longer.

I had wanted to add my husband in here as well, but he keeps looking over my shoulder, my neck is stiff, and it’s getting late so I will leave off issues with him for now. Sorry about the length of this post but I did warn you. Wish me luck as I add the stress of packing to my long list of stressors. Goodnight everybody!


  1. Sorry to hear that things are stressing you out at the moment, but I love the story about the suffragette's suffering.

    Come on over to mine when you have a moment, as I have an award for you as a token of my appreciation.

  2. Being a mom is the hardest job.Even though we enjoy every moment while raising our kids:))
    I love cheesecake too but my first thing I always look for is ice cream.Makes me feel better anytime:)

  3. I thought my daughter was tougher than my son. He made my brain explode more often with his questions, but her emotions about did me in during the teenage years.

  4. oh it does sound a bit stressful over at your house!
    i am enjoying a glass of wine and a nice bubbly bath for you. oh wait...i just got spit up on and peed on. i guess thats just in my dreams!
    i feel for ya. i hope things get better for you!

  5. I feel so bad that you've been having a hard time. It has to be very frustrating. My son is still a toddler and luckily can't ask the word why yet. As far as the Blogger thing goes...I totally know what you're talking about. There are so may times I messed up my blog. Now I'm very afraid when I try to do anything new to it. Most of the time I just leave it because it stresses me too much when something goes wrong. I hope you have fun on your vacation. Let us know how it goes. :)

  6. My 7 year old has me pulling my hair out in his own way each night. He won't sleep. He keeps waking up. Stress and motherhood seem to go hand in hand.

    Hang in there my friend. Wish we could go find some nice cheesecake to share somewhere.

  7. Shelly, the suffragette story is pretty funny now!

    Yonca, I can do ice cream too-both work pretty well. LOL!

    Blueviolet, I'm worried about the teenage drama that is yet to come as well.

    Lindsey, have one for me too if you get the chance.

    Mommy is Green, I am itching to change things, but...

  8. This sounds like the two posts I wrote last week about my son! Boys are exhausting!! I've heard some people say that boys are easier than girls in the teenage years, but girls are easier than boys in the younger years. I am about to have another boy, so I guess I'll never know, but what I do know is that toddler boys are tough and exhausting!! I feel for you! Really I do! Wouldn't some time to yourself be wonderful?

    And, I have to say, when I was a teenage girl, everything I owned was on my bed. I slept in a tiny strip in the middle of the bed and all around me was clothes and jewelry and cassette tapes and make-up and shoes and books, etc.!

  9. Boys? I have no clue. Sleeping with stuff, yep, I have seen that. And the blogger thing...I decided to change this weekend and realized you can't go back and tweek after Apply, you have to start over. I'm still not finished. I like the bubbles and I would say more but yeah, here comes the husband...; )

  10. With two girls, I've always thought that life isn't too bad at the moment but that I'm pretty much doomed when the teenage years roll around. As for Blogger, blech. I've learned my lesson to hit preview after I touch a single thing because you never know what the result might be... I like your bubbles, in my mind they're your signature item.

    (P.S. Thanks for the blog compliment - sometimes I definitely feel like it's been much more than a year, maybe 50?)


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