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    February 05, 2010

    Getting my whines out before Phillip comes home

    It was a long week here at Chez Cheung. Many many difficult moments, none of which you heard about because I was too busy running my mouth about GROCERIES. 

    I am really tired. I am really frustrated. I am struggling with being married to a full time office worker slash part time student. I have yelled at my kids more times than I care to admit. I have plowed through several bags of Valentine candy. I have spent an hour on the phone with my mother despairing over my complete and total inability to control my my 2.75 year old. And right now I am listening to both of my kids jump up and down and giggle in their cribs - they've been doing this for over an hour. 

    I feel like I need a break, except I get lots of breaks. I feel like I need a weekend away, but I've had lots of those, and I can have one almost whenever I want. I feel like I need Phillip to be more involved with the kids, to do more with them, to take care of them on his own. Except he DOES those things. ALL THE TIME. 

    So I don't know what I want. Besides an eyebrow wax. I very much want - no, need - an eyebrow wax.

    I have about four million things to do for my party next Saturday. I have lists to write and money to spend, two things that make me very happy. My parents are driving up tomorrow morning so I don't have to spend Grad School Saturday by myself. I will start playing volleyball again in a few weeks. I think I've picked a condo rental in Hawaii. I'm going to have lunch with my boss from two jobs ago on Monday, which is not about anything important, but gives me a reason to wear makeup. I am going to learn how to play craps. (It's for the party. Want to come?)

    Next week: stuff with our house. Stuff with my kids. Thoughts, once I process them all, about all of your grocery comments (and thank you for leaving them). Exercise or lack thereof. Preschool. LIFE.

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    For er...."heavily browed" women like us - it is AMAZING what an eyebrow wax can do for one's outlook...

    I will second what Morgan S said. I have trust issues with the waxing people so don;t go as often as I should. I've found though that with a magnifying mirror, terrifying as they are, and some good light and I can change my own outlook sans wax.

    Also, great whining post. These are more than necessary at times. And I too loved the grocery series, and was very rushed leaving my comment yesterday and then worried I was a tad bitchy, where I was really only trying to commiserate that yes it's rather guilt inducing and complicated, this food business, and I don't even have kids yet.

    Sometimes just whining makes me feel better.

    If it makes you feel better about the candy, I've eaten about five dozen cookies in the last two weeks.

    Maggie, I've recently started following your blog (found it through parenting.com) and you are cracking me up...I so relate to alot of your thoughts. In particular, this whole passage sums up me right now too:

    "I feel like I need a break, except I get lots of breaks. I feel like I need a weekend away, but I've had lots of those, and I can have one almost whenever I want. I feel like I need Phillip to be more involved with the kids, to do more with them, to take care of them on his own. Except he DOES those things. ALL THE TIME.

    So I don't know what I want. Besides an eyebrow wax. I very much want - no, need - an eyebrow wax."

    I want all of those things too, but have them already so thus don't know what I want either, but I absolutely need an eyebrow wax...it's been about 7 months since my last one LOL!!

    Thanks for making me laugh until I cried this evening. :)

    I always feel better after writing it all out. I think what sucks (at least in my life) is that there are so few people willing to just SPEAK ALOUD about how it sucks, how it's hard, how it's not always fun. We fall short (we ALL fall short) and, really, there is so much grace in the admission.

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