Things That Stink

In my not-online life, I've been making an effort lately to be less of a whiner. I try to complain less in general, have a better attitude about stuff, try to say positive things to people all the time, and it actually seems to be paying off in more positive stuff going on with me and around me. But that doesn't mean things don't stink, or that I don't have whiney thoughts. So, I thought I'd take a moment to vent, and just share some of my virtual whine (and there's bound to be some free cheese to go with that - not as good as gubment cheese, but free either way).



1. The first thing on my mind today that stinks is metabolism. It is SO unfair that some people can eat like a horse, and never gain an ounce. Or that those same, scrawny people are usually the ones who have those lives that miraculously balance out to allow time and money and energy to spend on frivolous exercise. (I call it frivolous because they're blowing time, money and energy on exercise that they're NOT obligated to do.) My time gets eaten by doing things like earning a living, cooking dinner, grading homework, taking classes, going to church, etc. My money gets eaten by things like bill paying, car repairs, and medication. My energy gets sucked up by the vacuum that is a 6 year old son, and chasing hyperactive fifth-graders around all day. So how am I supposed to have any leftovers to get me to the gym, to melt off some of the evidence of my flabulous nature? The fact that certain people can eat their body weight every six hours and never gain an ounce stinks. The fact that they can also spend the time, money and energy making themselves even more firm, fit and flat-bellied really blows chunks.



2. Second stinky thing - my daughters, or perhaps more accurately, the lack of them. I guess I had this one coming. When I was 17, and graduated from high school, I beat a path out my parents' front door, and enrolled at the furthest college I could find where I could get a scholarship. And I only went home between semesters because I had to. I suspect in truth my parents were really relieved. But I'm not. I miss my eldest, and not just because I'm not longer in control of every tiny little aspect of her life. (See, I can admit that I'm a control-freak, sometimes.) I miss having her quirky personality around, her weird insight on things, and all of the creative and interesting things she does. And she is just like I was at that age - blissfully oblivious. And my darling middle-child is off at military school, at least for about 3 more weeks, and that too is driving me nuts.

And here's something else that drives me nuts. I started this post on 5/21/2010, and something went really wrong, and half of it disappeared, and the rest landed in the DRAFTS box. So... there's what's left. Shut up. I'm an under-achiever.