March 2, 2007

call me crazy

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The top of my head, which may explode soon.

Last night, a commenter at Blogging Baby accused me of advocating a one-size-fits-all approach to parenting, and said that she would “love” to hear my advice because I clearly knew “exactly” what she should be doing. The rational part of my brain said that she had misread my post, and hadn’t read the article it referenced at all. The rational part of my brain said, meh, whatever, the other readers got it, and I didn’t say anything that I regret.

The irrational part of my brain snapped awake at three am thinking WHAT THE HELL?!?

It’s been a long week, full of moments a lot like that one. I’ve been feeling the glancing blows of other people’s issues all week, in jabs that have not been directed AT me but have managed to smack me in the head incidentally. The other evening, after I followed Wade from the garage door to the bedroom reciting the litany of Things That Happened Today, he said, “I’m sorry you’ve had such a crazy day.” And I said, “But the thing it, it’s not MY crazy, it’s OTHER PEOPLE’S crazy, I just keep getting caught in the middle of it.”

Other people’s crazy can wear a girl out.

I am finding all this crazy to be incredibly distracting, which is irritating because it makes it hard to get things done, like get dressed. This morning I took the kids to school, came home and changed, went to meet Christa for coffee, came home and changed, and went to have lunch with Henry. I don’t know what my problem is; I just can’t get comfortable, but it’s not my clothes that are bothering me, it’s something else, some sense that things are out of whack and I can’t set them right. But I’m NOT changing my clothes again.

I wish I had something more entertaining to share with you all, but that’s all I’ve got. So far today has been remarkably free of crazy, and by tomorrow I should be back to myself again. If not, I’m going to start photographing every single outfit, so that at least I can show you what I’ve been driven to. In the mean time, let’s see what kind of crazy YOU had going on this week.

Who wants to share first?

Posted by Susan @ 1:09 pm • Uncategorized   

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25 Responses to “call me crazy”

  1. Well, I’d tell you, but you already know.

    But here we go again:

    1) Mad hatter nutter of ex-husband who doesn’t think Oldest Son is old enough to watch his brothers for an hour without adult supervision (Oldest Son is 13).

    2) Gmail. Not. Working. All. Day. Thursday.

    3) Stupid not getting to work on a grant GRRRRRR….

    Other people’s crazy all right.

  2. Susan, I’m so sorry about your crazy week. I seem to be wearing a sign lately that says, “Please, dump all of your emotion baggage on me!” And unfortunately my job involves answering phones and (while rolling my eyes) mustering polite, neutral responses to people’s crazy. I’m so with you, girl. At least it’s Friday - what time are you going to start drinking?

  3. you asked for it:

    1. My crazy, bitchy sister is 38 weeks pregnant, please do not make me elaborate.

    2. Someone I thought was a good friend (she went from “best” to “good” about 6 months ago) basically called me poor by saying anything we could afford in a certain neighborhood we were looking at would have to be a fixer-upper. Ha, I’ll show her!

    3. My mother hasn’t been to work in over a month and she calls me three times a day so I can hear her smoking in her house. Urgh.
    But, I do feel bad you have to endure a misunderstanding. The other lady must be pregnant. I made a comment not long ago on baby gaga and this lady went nuts on me(she was pregnant). Then apologized in the same post, WHAT?

  4. Jen, you too? I was sooo frustrated! That’s part of my crazy. As is driving around lost because my professor wouldn’t give me directions to the school I was supposed to be at - other than providing landmarks that I DIDN’T KNOW EXISTED!

    Sorry that someone was nasty to you in the comments - that happens on blogging baby - I always read, but rarely comment, maybe partly for that reason.

  5. Since a week ago was last Friday I’ll start with:
    1)I spent Friday night with my head in the toilet.
    2) Sat I was blessed to be able to spend in bed but…
    3)Sunday my son threw up all over the back fo the car - and his carset. What a nightmare to clean pukey careseats are!
    4)I have spent the rest of the week trying to regain my energy and my house which for some reason looks like it threw up out of all the closets.
    5) I’m only 21 weeks pregnant and feel mad as a hatter.
    6) When I called my mother for some sympathy she only made me feel guilty for not visiting and not knowing that she fell in the ice.
    7) It is raining slush outside right now. All day. So the sky is throwing up everwhere too.
    Waiting for the purging to end. Thank God for week ENDS.

  6. At least your hair looks good.

  7. My crazy week can be summed up with 2 sentences …

    Children were home for snow days 4 out of the 5 days this week. I have been in bed with the flu for 3.

  8. I lost my damn map blog counter dealio and can’t get it back and can’t remember my password so they can’t email me to send me the code again. CRAP.

    The vacuum cleaner is making some horrible grating noise that ruptures eardrums from 100 paces. There are 2 kids, 1 dog and 2 sped.cats living here, plus three adults. I am sick. Of. The broom.

    I have eczema on the first 3 fingers of my right hand and my forearm and it hurts. I can’t find my Elidel and insurance won’t cover the cost of a new tube.

    J’s lump sum hasn’t come in yet despite my timely actions and submission of pertinent paperwork.

    Total conflict on the home front; I feel change racing at me. I do not like change. Even when I instigate it.

    I discovered I have crows feet and zits at the same time. What the?

    I could just keep going but I’m afraid you won’t let me back in. Hang tight, girl.

  9. on top of all my courses having everything due this last week, my Mother flew into the city wends evening for 23 hours. In that time she had to see a specialist downtown and get back to the airport. Easy, right? Of course this is the time that Toronto decides that we need a huge freakin’ storm, tripling travel time. I’m an hour from downtown already, and the airport is another hour from there, normally.

    And to make it all perfect after finally getting home from all that, some a-hole outside my building started harassing me and threatening to “f” me up.

    charming. No kidding about crazies though eh?

  10. Three infections, possible cancer, likely knee surgery.

    In a nutshell.

  11. I ran out of vodka

  12. Strange pseudo-buddhist boss told me today she reads my blog and then proceeded to hash me out about something I said on there.

    Weather forecast: snowstorm tonight, changing over to hail, then ice pellets, then freezing rain, then rain. And then tomorrow it’s going to snow again.

    Husband cooked ribs for supper. Ribs full-stop. Then got snarky because I suggested that a green vegetable or two might not kill the kids. (And hello, cholesterol??)

    Period late (HAHAHAHAHA um, NO.) so just want to sit around in sweatpants and wait it out in all my cranky glory.

    My mother is realizing that her husband (while a very nice man) will always want to live in his log cabin AND WILL NEVER EVER LEAVE. It’s not fun living in the back of nowhere, and she’s done it for nine years now. And she hates it, and calls me and TELLS ME ABOUT IT.

    I hope your weekend is better.

  13. Oh. OTHER people crazy. I hadn’t thought of it like that.

    Like the two very nice women in my neighborhood who are both a little insecure and laugh too loud and too long at things. And they are so nice that I feel bad that they irritate me just a little.

    Hopefullyt the weekend will be fine and forget about the vocal fringe on BB. They tend to be people who don’t have enough fulfullment in their lives so they take it out on you nice writers. I’m all for respectful disagreement, but some people don’t know how to do that.

  14. Sometimes I think that there are only a handful of us out here who are sane.

  15. 1) I turned 35 this week. A younger mommy on the playground said, in a veerrry patronizing tone, “Oh, well, you look great.” That’s what I used to say to my spunky 97 yr old patients. She might as well have added “for an Old Bag.”

    2) I had to keep up my Oscar-worthy performance in the role of “Woman Talking to her Mother on the Phone, While Pretending She Doesn’t Know that Mother is Leading a Double Life and has Nooky on the Side”

    3) I had 2 (COUNT ‘EM!!!) TWO semi-forced playdates with a mommy who believes she died on the Titanic in her past life. After all, she hates to have her head wet, and she hates the cold, so it’s only logical for her to make that conclusion.

    4) Two yr old son almost broke his neck (really) while stuck by the head in the back of a chair.

  16. i turned 38 wednesday and today is a no bacon day. enough said.

  17. Orbital Cellulitus (which I thought was “simply pinkeye) in my 2 year old. Which then became an ear infection. [Amelia clearly wants to be just like Henry].

  18. I’m a kindergarten teacher. For some reason, late Feb., early March is when parents tend to go batshit crazy about, well, anything.

    I’m a parent, too and sometimes this syndrome affects me, too.

    I’ve got a wonderful class and generally wonderful parents but some of them have gone off the deep end the past couple of weeks.

    I’m not doing anything differently than I’ve done the whole rest of the year and all the kids are doing well and the whole class will be going to first grade, no retention…so I’m just waiting it out. Good thing I’ve been doing this a long time, otherwise I’d really question my career.

  19. It’s not necessarily crazy, but I’ve been dealing with wondering why someone I thought was a friend seems to have decided that she’s not. Why do things like this put me RIGHT back to my adolescence? Anyway, I’m off to paint a bedroom. That always makes me feel better.

  20. Love this notion of Other people’s crazy. I have had a whirlwind crazy week, starting up my own blog even though I am a complete Luddite and have absolutely no idea how this blogging thing works.
    First there was success, I posted some decent rants and had some kind friends actually go to the site. And then there was the SNAFU with yahoo and their mail server problem. Turns out all the forums I listed my site with had sent passwords to a mail account that had a permanent error. So there’s no passwords, no entry, no sense of belonging and no traffic on my site. Finally changed mail to google and have started the whole process again. Big drag, but I’m learning a lot and have begun to think that this is not anyone’s crazy but my own!

  21. my son decided to throw a fit all up in church, i politely pinched him and he yelled you pinched me mommy! LOL yeah….needless to say it was time to go home at that point. CPS were on their way I’m sure.

    p.s. other people’s crazy is wayyyyyyyy too much to deal with.

  22. I’ve had the kind of crazy that would get me dooced to go into detail about it. So intead I’ll just feel your pain and tell you right on, sister. Don’t let the crazies get you down.

  23. I am not reading any more of your comments - I am so sorry folk, very little other people’s crazy to deal with for me - just the usual workload of keeping a friend who has had a very rough time sane, keeping a kid who is at crossroads happy, keeping long distance lover (that one is easy) and keeping my own keel straight.

    One problem with online is that anything that can be taken the wrong way, you can bet is being taken the wrong way by SOMEBODY.

    But then, generally somebody is having a bad day, and at least they got a target - teflon coating should be worn when entering the cyberworld!!!

  24. Your hair is so cute. I wish I were bold enough for that short of a cut because it looks so stylin’ and easy.

    Anyway, my crazy this week involves crappy car that we have had in the shop TWICE to fix, they have tried THREE different things to take care of a ridiculous oil leak, and it is still leaking. Almost $1000 later and still leaking. So, we are car shopping because the next idea to try to stop the leak costs even more and the car isn’t worth that!

    Car shopping with 2 kids age 2 1/2 and under is crazy, but finding a babysitter at such short notice would have been crazier. At least when we went back to test drive, we were kid free for a couple of hours.

    Now, just to decide and still have some money when we are through….because I would rather use this money toward a stinking down payment for a bigger house, not a money-sucking car.

    Have you had enough of this BORING car vent?

  25. First, not OCP talk, just a chance to say that those ignorant and randomly aggressive comments were why I stopped reading Blogging Baby regularly, depite my like and admiration of the bloggers over there.

    Second, OPC talk: the usual early spring stew of illness, cabin fever, and interfamily snark. Mmmmmmm - is that conflict I smell? Also, we picked the wrong time to invest in the stock market. Also, my boobs hurt. OK, I’m reaching here. I’ll stop.

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