filling the silence in the motherhood discussion
Overheard outside my local café last week:
“I have three kids and I hate all of them.”
Can someone please explain to me why this jack@$$ gets to have the privilege of being a parent when so many lovely people I know (including myself) don’t?
It’s Whiny Wednesday. What’s got you spitting nails this week?
This week’s whine is on behalf of those of you living in places where Spring has not yet sprung.
I was sitting out in my backyard in short sleeves last weekend, but this week I’m visiting my Mum in England and am wading through ten inches of snow. Ten inches and it’s almost April! The weather has gone completely mad.
It’s Whiny Wednesday, so feel free to let loose on whatever’s bothering you this week.
After managing to make it through the entire winter dodging everyone around me who’s succumbed to one of the awful flus that have been going around, I’m now sick.
I plan to spend as much of today as possible on the couch, whining. Please feel free to whine here in my absence.
Can I just say that just because I work from my home office doesn’t mean I have more free time than people who work more traditional jobs with more traditional hours? It doesn’t mean I’m the natural choice for volunteer errands. And it doesn’t mean I’m the right person to go and pick up a baby shower gift for someone else.
That’s all I’m saying on this topic, but it’s Whiny Wednesday, so please feel free to be as verbose as you like about your whines.
I don’t have a whine today as I just got back from four days in Hawaii, and I can’t bring myself to find anything at all to whine about.
But if you’ve been snow-bound, work-bound, or anything-bound, feel free to get it off your chest here. It is Whiny Wednesday after all.
Yesterday I took myself down to my local library to do some nice, quiet research. It wasn’t to be. Instead I got a loudly hissed lesson on sentence structure from a homeschooling mom who’d decided to turn the public library into her own private classroom.
I hightailed it to a nearby café and found a quiet corner near a woman who was busily working on her laptop. All was fine until she made a phone call and began loudly exchanging her clients’ confidential financial information. I now know exactly how much money several members of my community have in their retirement accounts. Fortunately, none of them were people I knew personally.
It’s always amazing to me how people lose sight of the fact that public places are exactly that…public!
It’s Whiny Wednesday (hurray!) who or what’s rubbed you the wrong way this week?
I always get a chuckle when I see how many comments Whiny Wednesday generates. It is undoubtedly the most popular post of the week.
I don’t have much to whine about this week, but I wouldn’t dream of depriving you of your weekly rant, so please, be my guests and whine away.
I am on information overload. Between my email, my phone, the Internet, the news, the constant chatter, chatter, chatter of 21st century life, I feel as if my head is going to explode.
Oh, how I would love to unplug and sit in silence for a week. But the truth is, I don’t know if I could do it.
It’s Whiny Wednesday. What would love to unplug from for a week?
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’ve been on a mission lately to cleanse my email inbox. It got to the point that I was getting so much junk email in my various accounts that I couldn’t even find the important emails. So, one morning I set off on and Unsubscribe mission and I’ve been going at it ever since.
For the most part, it’s going well, but I am finding some very persistent marketers who don’t seem to be able to comprehend why anyone would want to leave their precious mailing lists, so they send an email just to make sure I really want to leave. And I swear that, since I’ve unsubscribed, some companies have now flagged me as a live human being and have added me to a special list of people to be hounded ten-fold.
But slowly I’m getting a grip on my inbox. I can even see my actual email now!
It’s Whiny Wednesday. What’s irking you today?
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