My whine today is that I wish I’d chosen to blog under a pseudonym so that I could really whine about the people in my life who are just pissing me off today. As it is, I can’t be certain that they aren’t reading this blog (and just in case, you know who you are!) and I don’t especially want to start a feud, so I’m going to suck it up and keep my mouth shut.
So, dear readers, I’m counting on you to whine on my behalf today.
I also wish I would’ve kept my blog private, because many times when I want to vent and be absolutely honest in writing, I’m not able to. Sometimes I consider starting a new, supre-private blog so I can do it..!
I work in an old building and the heat has never operated properly. When we have heat, its on full blast regardless of the temperature outside. The only way to avoid that is to turn the shut off valve on the radiator so the heat is off completely. It was around 10 degrees a few days ago and the temperature in my office was around 50 degrees, so I had work from home while I waited for maintenance to come and open the valve and manually turn the heat back on. Today the temperature outside is in the 40s, and in my office it is 90 degrees (maybe more but the thermometer doesn’t go that high). I don’t know what to do and neither does the maintenance crew. I feel very frustrated as I sweat while I write this.
Maria, I have this problem in my office too! I had to buy both a fan and a heater to use in my office because the temperature is never accurate to the weather outside.
Here’s my whine: Dear grocery store, I love coupons, and I love that you offer me coupons from the machine when I check out. But getting two coupons for baby formula and diapers isn’t helpful. Nor does it put a smile on my face. Just the opposite.
My whine is my father in law has been staying with us for two months while his apartment is being repaired and I’m just tired of him being here. He’s annoying and needy and I want my house back.
My whine: I’m sick!! Scratchy thoat, sniffly nose, general fatigue & achiness. I guess it was inevitable; all my coworkers around me have been sick over the past several months (some of them more than once). (Imagine if I had a kid at daycare — all the germs he/she would regularly be bringing home.) I suppose it also didn’t help that (a) I was on office kitchen cleanup duty last week (a whine in itself — YUCK), (b) I spent Monday afternoon tramping around in the drizzle to & from dr’s appointments, (c) stayed up way past my bedtime on Monday night to watch the season premiere of Dallas (my favourite guilty pleasure). Oh well. On the bright side, I did not go into work today, and can dive into my new Alan Bradley/Flavia de Luce novel. As soon as I can drag myself away from the computer…! 😉
My whine: I went for a walk, to visit my granny that lives on the other side of the town. She didn’t know I was coming, since she is always home during the winter. In front of her house there was a mini van (for up to 9 people), so I knew a distant nephew with a family was there, so I didn’t enter. I just walked back home. Why? The nephew (=a decade older then me ) and his wife (1 year older then me) have 11 children!!! They were there probably only with the youngest few.
No, I did not feel like chatting with anybody that has 11 children.
(=I come from a country where the average is 1,2 children per woman).
I didn’t feel bad. I just walked away. And I will visit the granny tomorrow.
After a decade of living with infertility, I learned how to look after my heart. I am quite good at it.
PS: 11 is not an exaggeration. I swear they really have 11 children!
I didn’t exactly keep my blog private, but i don’t share it with everyone and there are some people i hope never see it! I’ve had to go back and “vet” some of the posts because someone i know wants to see it (tho i doubt she’ll read that far back). Fortunately, i didn’t have to remove much. I guess i was pretty careful even then.
I did start an entirely private (only to me) blog, so that i can say what i want. “The Bitterness Blog.” I don’t use it too often, tho.
I’ve a headache and feel crummy. Doing a new diet that seems to be detoxing me. Have lost 5 pounds of water weight and no more. Grrr.
I don’t have a personal whine today (I had a snow day from school, so I got to sleep in, work out, and lay around reading), but is on behalf of my sister. Her husband has a lot of back pain and took too many painkillers, mixed with alcohol, and was in a rage when she got home last night. He punched a mirror and proceeded to trash the house (throwing laptops, a chair into their TV). She called me because she was terrified and was hiding outside the house. My darling husband, who is a police officer, went to their house immediately to help calm things down and to offer his advice since he has seen situations like this firsthand on the job. 911 was eventually called to treat the gash on his arm, but my sister is now in doubt of if she should stay with him. This isn’t the first outburst of this type, but it is definitely the worst. I’m worried now for her safety as well as her happiness with him in the long-term.
Julie – your sister should listen to her gut and leave. She is entitled to feel safe in her home and with the person she shares it with. Period. There is no excuse for that behavior. She should not be making excuses for him, and neither should you.
My whine is that I was on a field trip with my students and the bus driver (who to be fair really is a nice guy, generally) spent twenty minutes telling me about his – I am not making this up – eight children, forty-two grandchildren, and seventy-five great-grandchildren “so far, including six born within the past year”.
I was sitting there thinking, “Wait for it… Wait for it…” when he finally wrapped up and moved on to, “So, how many kids do you have?”
“None. I’m infertile.”
It’s remarkable how much like crickets the bouncy bus-driver seat sounded like in the ensuing silence. Hee. 🙂
Going down with a cold, and got my first baby shower invite ever from a friend since the surgery. I know I should call that I’m not coming- but I’m not up to explanations…
I can’t count the number of times I wish my blog were private. Much of the troubles of being childless stem from the family…and I can’t write about it!
I just heard there is a new baby luxury perfume arriving. Why would anyone want to cover up the smell of a new baby? I would sooooooo welcome that cuddly baby smell.
This will sound selfish, but it is one of the reasons I love your whiny Wednesday. I doubt that my family members (the ones I might whine about) will have made their way to my No Kidding blog, but it is possible and I bear that in mind. But I very much doubt that they have found their way here, so feel I have licence to complain freely here. If they’ve stalked me here, then there’s the old adage about eavesdroppers never hearing good of themselves.
That said, today I don’t have much to whine about!
I couldn’t agree more.
It is perfect to have a friend (=infertility buddy) with a blog, so you can whine on her blog.
Anonymity can be a great thing when you whine about others! That’s exactly why you know me as 1nonmom! Gotta protect the innocent and the not so innocent… myself included!
My whine is that people around me at work are sick and they’re walking around smearing their germs all over the place. Ew! Cover your damn mouth when you cough and put your nasty ass tissue in the trash! Gross!
So, it’s not Wednesday anymore, but I needed a place to whine, mainly because I also made the mistake of leaving myself no anonymity in any of the places I normally post online. I certainly have no one close to me who will understand this.
My sister had her baby today and I’m feeling very lonely. My mother hasn’t called me since sister announced her pregnancy, and after my last miscarriage, mom told me not to tell her next time because it hurt her too much. My sister told me about her pregnancy a week before she told everyone else, on a day that was supposed to be a very good one for me – she has done that the last two times she was pregnant. Both times were days that she knew I had a big, happy event that night, and she ruined both of them by telling me when she didn’t have to. She said she was just trying to be sensitive to my feelings, but there was no reason to tell me early at all since I live on the opposite side of the continent and it isn’t likely that I’ll run into someone – I can deal with it in private no matter when she tells me. Both times I’ve told her congratulations, but this time, I told her not to tell me in advance again because I just wanted to be treated like a normal person and she called me a bitch. “How’s that for normal,” she said. Well, I don’t think that’s normal at all, to be honest. Now my facebook feed is filled with posts congratulating a person I don’t like and wouldn’t know if we weren’t related, on a baby that I will likely never meet. I told her congratulations on her facebook page because that’s what you do, and now people are clicking ‘like’ on it over and over again, as though it’s a big deal for poor little childless me to have been big enough to say it, and it feels so condescending. And as soon as the pictures get posted, I know the tagging will start. I need ice cream.
Ugh. So sorry J. I have a sister like this too. You have my sympathy. The last pregnancy in my family was my brother’s wife – a surprise at 41. My sister is close to this sister-in-law and felt the need to share with me how she was considering aborting it if it was less than perfect, and texting me the blow-by-blow details during the delivery. Friends who understand me saw it as cruel and couldn’t understand why she was doing it either. I gave her the benefit of the doubt and assumed she was just stupid. Truthfully, I think she is very dim. At least you live far away from your sister. Mine lives close by.
Oh J, I am so so sorry. You know, it’s bad enough when friends are sensitive, but it’s all the more hurtful when it’s family, because we often don’t expect that from them. Listen, you’ve got to remove her from your feed on Facebook. I had to do this with a bunch of my friends. I got tired of seeing ultrasound photos, newborn photos, pictures from baby showers, baby’s first steps, etc. In fact, I left Facebook altogether for a few months. I recently returned, but I’ve deleted a bunch of friends and hidden the majority of my remaining ones from my feed. It’s helped a lot.
I agree with Amelia. I also hid several women from my Facebook news feed, one of them was my sister in law. I love her and was thrilled for her, but I could not stand reading about how excited she was. At some point in our grief process, it’s all about self-preservation. I had to stop trying to avoid hurting other people’s feelings, and avoid things that would send me down the meltdown vortex. It gets better: I eventually changed my Facebook settings so I can see these women’s status updates; it’s still a bit hard at times, but I feel like that “alone time” was key in my recovery.
I removed both my sister and sister-in-law as friends from FB after that. There was some fall out from it. I tried to explain it to my sister and she just didn’t get it. So she remains mad and I don’t care.
Two new babies in our group of aquaintences. The mothers are both a good 10 years younger than me. Their babies are beautiful. And they are gushing endlessly about how hopelessly in love there are with their babies. How being a mother is the best thing ever. Seriously, I’m happy for them but my life is nothing like their and quite frankly I’m jealous. I know I’m jealous. They have husbands with good jobs who take care of the mortgage, tell them to go shopping and take them on lovely vacations. I suppose I’m proud to be more self sufficient but at times I’d really like to be taken care of.
Another gal who has been trying forever finally announced that they are expecting. Again I’m happy for her – she will be a fabulous mother. I really need to lay off facebook. I’m watching people get heaps of love and attention. My life seems empty in comparison. I’ve been looking at classmates and astounded at how many children they are raising. One even has a daughter graduating this year. Since my issues are marital (instead of medical) I feel like such a loser for not having my sh#t together. They will be grandmothers before I have a baby.
Today in my pms laced existence I’m just done and I can’t seem to find the way to get my life on a positive track. I know it will work out but today I’m just tired.
So sorry. Been there. I have grown to really hate the people who gush about their children. Their kids are now around 10. I don’t talk to them anymore — and I’m sure they view me as jealous and bitter. I view them as stupid and insensitive. Maybe we are both right but at the end of the day – you need to do what is right for you. Avoiding them was right for me and I don’t miss them one bit. I don’t care if they don’t miss me. I also managed it by removing certain people as friends from FB or blocking their newsfeed. Take care of yourself right now, you are entitled to that.