25 May 2010


Lately, I've been feeling used and abused, like my sad, smelly dishrag at the bottom of my kitchen sink.*

Nice visual, eh?

There are two parts to this use and abuse story. Part one I need to keep off the public forum. Sorry. Suffice it to say that part one is the part that makes me sad.

Part two is certainly the smelly part and involves this. Remember Annie's mom? She's back. And wanting carpool rights again. And to hang out. And do stuff. I've given her a try, I honestly did. We shuffled her daughter to school when there were doctor appointments/illnesses involved. Our kids truly love playing together. But I don't really like Annie's mom and the Ty-man can't stand her. And I don't know where to go with this. I, honestly, would rather have my fingernails yanked out by a Tudor-era torture specialist looking for information on Anne Boleyn's lovers than to spend an hour with Annie's mom. Annie coming over for an afternoon? Cool. Annie's mom coming over to watch said afternoon of play and dish with me? Shoot me. Me taking the kids to Annie's mom's neighborhood pool? I would rather play Marco Polo with the HOA bully in my neighborhood pool.

Have I made my point? Yeah, I had that "beating a dead horse" visual, too.

Amidst all of this dishrag drama, I just want to carry my sad, smelly self up the stairs and hide out in the "sanitize" cycle of my washer.

Does anybody have any bleach?

*Except I don't smell because I shower every day with a nice coconut-scented soap. I am, however, sad.


Chris Burdett said...

Heather, I'm sad too.

Feeling old and tired and sad and lonely. It's hard enough being a full-time stay-at-home parent, but when you add to that a mid-life crisis, plus a temporary (I hope) bout of unemployment--the one class I was scheduled to teach this summer got cancelled; only one person signed up for it--and mix it all up in a house that's constantly a horrid mess, and add lack of sleep....

So, anyway, sometimes I feel like something icky at the bottom of the sink too.

And yet I'm not smart enough to make myself go to bed even though it's after midnight, and I know in six hours my three-year-old is going to come wake me up and ask me to make her a breakfast that she won't eat, and then proceed to strew the few remaining toys that are still put away on the few remaining areas of carpet that are still visible.

But on the positive side, I do get to watch Curious George with her. So I've got that going for me.

Hey, if I keep typing much longer, this comment will be longer than the post to which I'm responding!

I hope you feel better.

Dave2 said...

That's a very specific torture scenario! Have we figured out what your occupation was in a past life?


Molly's Mom said...

Ooh. It's tough when your kid(s) like to play together and you can't stand the parent. We have that situation up here with a neighbor :(

Steph said...

Well *I* think you are the shiznit. Or whatever. (I'm not cool)

Michael from dadcation.com said...

tell that bitch to be cool!

i left that quote on dave's blog not long ago. it really has universal application(s)!

Miss Britt said...


If you need an ear that doesn't know much and is 150% biased and on your side - let me know.


Unknown said...

The part that makes you sad? If there's someone you need me to beat up - just say the word. As for Annie's Mom - there's one of those in everybody's life, somewhere. USUALLY, we find a way to shed ourselves of those pests. I'm sorry that flea has stuck.

Megan said...

Whatever or whoever is making you sad can suck it. I hope things turn for the better soon.

As for Annie's mom... I honestly don't know what I'd do except maybe make a preemptive strike like, "Why doesn't Annie come over to play so you can go get a pedicure or something?" And then when it's time to go to Annie's you can go get a "pedicure" or just hide in the house.

HEATHER said...

Finn's idea is spot on! Encourage her to take underwater basket-weaving classes while Annie plays at your house! LOL! But I guess you don't want to be her go-to babysitter. I have no advice, because I am a hermit and usually just avoid people I don't like (and even those I do like!)

sybil law said...

I'm way too brutally honest. Annie's mom would never bother me again. Say something you know she'd flip out about, like, "I love heroin!", or whatever. Not like anyone would actually believe her. :)

Jenn said...

I'm sad that you're sad. Do you want me to kick Annie's mom in the teeth for you? Because I will. I like you just that much!

Little Mrs. Jonesss said...

I agree with Sybil and an outlandish possibly offensive comment, maybe something like, "I have a secret lover, and when SHE finds out how unbearable you are she is going to beat you til you are cool!"

Unknown said...

you must have really thought out that torture vision, rather long and well. im sorry she makes u feel like a dish rag though...my dish rags have an easy life, but im trying to imagine a pitiful used dish rag. :)