Not. Sound.I am 31 years old, for crying out loud.
Matricide. Can we talk about that? I'm not sure the 5th and 6th commandments are mutually exclusive. My mom told my 3 year old he could watch her copy of Hotel For Dogs (for which she paid $19.99 AFTER seeing it the theater). Left us thus, as she went off to see The Time Traveler's Wife. At the real movie theater. Now I need to shoot myself in the head. IN THE HEAD!!! Asplode my brains.
You know how it is, when you're a terrible daughter, wife, and mother. (Nice to have a job they can't really fire you from.)
You ... you real workers ... with your paid time off. Even unpaid time off. The ability to make a phone call, fake-cough a bit, and jaunt off anywhere you'd like for the day.
I did warn you, a while ago ... mental status: undetermined.
Either way ... frustration level: off the charts.
Let me go ahead and write in such as way as 99% will be utterly confused and yet I still get to say what I want.
That's the way to run a blog, right? Say what you want, as long as no one understands what you're saying, no one will get kicked out of her family.
If I can get a doctor to prescribe a glass of wine instead of a bottle of prozac ... do you think the bishop would be cool with that (the one I could never never talk to about anything other than my tithing and my willingness to accept any calling God tells him to give me)?
Look, you might not be aware, but EVERY SINGLE FORM of relaxation is off limits for Mormons. Every solitary form. Wait. Still not quite vaguely accurate enough. Evidently, I am free to read scriptures, pray, or ponder uplifting thoughts. But if that's not cutting it, and my husband is working late ... Right. Hell. Or a quick and humiliating stop at the bishop's office (the one I could never never talk to about anything other than my tithing and my willingness to accept any calling God tells him to give me).
Pretty much, I'm doomed. And the dommedier I feel, the less I care. Do you ever think that apathy is eviler than evil?? Inaction is wronger than wrong action? And poor grammer and speeling are truly the greatest threat to society today?
If I'm missing, check here:
Tho, I doubt I'd leave the hotel room. I guess as long as I have a good internet connection, everything will be fine.
Ahh, the dark side of the moon. Sigh. Doesn't that sound nice and quiet and peaceful. A book, a booklight, some oxygen tanks. Totally bringing my golf clubs.
The Beach. I don't care where ... some 78 degree beach with no one else. Or just quiet, brilliant individuals (like you, for sure!). I can almost hear the waves ... (tho that could just be the traffic from our slightly busy street).
The fresh, fresh air. No effing Hotel For Dogs; no DVD player; no electricity.
I just want to run away. Run far away. Were they can't find me and tell me that my efforts are stupid and vain.
Feel my pain, ladies and gentlemen. Put me in a room with yellow wallpaper and let me be.
Cheap therapy. My blog. Don't feel obligated to advise. Maybe you ought to email me privately; or play scrabble with me. Let's go play scrabble on a beach ... please. Loser has to make the winner some lemonade (I like it tart, by the way) (of course she does, you say).
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This post reminds me of a particularly bad day in mommy land. I called my husband (who was working late yet again) and told him that I was
-thisclose- to calling my pot smoking brother to ask for a joint. I told him that I totally get why so many mothers become addicted to pain killers, drugs, or alcohol. Being a mom is tiresome, monotonous, and thankless-- on the best of days. And we’re expected to endure it without so much as a glass of wine at the end of a long day? I turn to ice cream. It’s making me fatter by the week, but it’s on the church’s approved list.
I have LOTS of said ice cream on hand for just such an occasion :) Come on down!
Maybe I read into this wrong, but are you saying that Mormons are not allowed to take a vacation?? Surely that can not be what you are saying. Do you and your husband, or your family together, ever get to go on a vacation? Even if its a long weekend someplace not that far, camping perhaps?
nope, not talking vacation ... congratulations! The confusion has been a mostly successful success!
I can think of a few "fun" things that aren't off limits...
You made me laugh out loud with your comment today, thanks.
Brandy, I do get you with the alone-time relaxation being off limits. Let me go out on a limb and say, for some of us, we don't really interpret that as being off-limits.
I wanted to reply to your mormon addict post with how I come to terms with it all but I'm sure it will come out in bits and pieces if I would just comment more regularly.
I love to run, and I use that as a chance to relax and have alone time, but the sad thing is, I can't just go running -- I need someone home to watch the kids. So if spousal unit is working late, I'm kind of damned. And so then I eat, because if I can't run, I guess the only other alternative is eating. Damned again.
Wow! I totally didn't read that into your post. But MarySquare's comment helped shed some light on it. And if you are talking about what I think you're talking about, I'm with Mary... aint nuthin wrong with that! You are talking about what I think you're talking about, right?
Sorry subtlety is not my specialty.
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