frazzledmommy01

Just so you know, I work in the mail room at a big corporation. I also handle the break room. Glamourous, no?

• “Call Fedex? Well just FYI, I don’t do that.”
• “Do I have to take down my own mail now, is that what you starting in the mail room means?
• “Well, if we want soda, we are just going to have to switch it out ourselves now, aren’t we?”
• “Isn’t it your job to clean that up?”
• “Isn’t it your job to know what’s wrong with the copier?”
• “I have one more shipment. I know you were suppose to have left already, but can you just do one more?”

Don’t get me wrong, I love my new job. But people really suck sometimes. I’m not a maid. My job is to deliver mail, send out mail. and keep the break room stocked. One day, when I am all of these people’s boss, I will make them do these things for me. =)

Luckily I have an amazing boss who sticks up for me, and stands by my side.

No blogs lately due to my indescribably busy life.

New job is awesome,  only ridiculously busy. I don’t have time to catch my breath most of the time. I love it, but it’s hard to keep up with my now very lonely blog.

You’d think I’d be more tired lately, but now I have even more energy than ever. YESS.

My only complaint?

No one actually wants to take care of my son. Everyone seems to want to just do it for the money, and don’t really care about what kind of job they do as long as they get paid. They seem to act like Taz is just an inconvenience to their daily life. What irks me the absolute most is I would love to be able to spend all day with Taz. I’m not lucky enough. But they are. And they don’t care.

I would normally think that I was just over reacting, only My honey is the one that said it first! So then it must be true, because he doesn’t over react…

In this case, I might as well just put him in Daycare…

I’m half way through my day and it feels like it should be Friday already. I feel like I haven’t had a weekend in two weeks because of all the traveling I’ve been doing. Luckily next weekend I will be at home. With my son, who will get all the love and attention he deserves from Saturday, all the way through our three day weekend.

I love my son, and even if no one else wants to spend every day with him, I certainly would.

I have been so excited about my promotion lately. It’s been all sunshine and blue birds in my working world. Let’s face it, I love my job and I love working. I love being around people. I love wearing my high heeled shoes. I love the pressure of multitasking and rushing to get through everything. I love the feeling after a hard day of work. It is awesome.

Today I met my son for lunch, and I shared a pizza with two SAHM. I went down the slide, and played in the sand. I watched my son walk across the park, and he sat in my lap and ate goldfish. And I enjoyed it so much. Then I had to leave. My hour of being a loving mother was up. My hour of play time with my son was over. I had to give him a quick kiss and briskly walk back to the car, turn the engine over, put the car in to drive, and roll myself back to work.

And now I’m a little bitter. Because yes, I have fancy heels, and I work in a nice building. I get to meet and be around funny and interesting people all day. I get discounts. =)

But I can count the number of times I’ve gotten to take my son to the park since I started working on 1 hand. And I never get to make time to take him to the beach like I’ve been wanting to. A lot of the time I am too tired to want to play or have a long fun exciting bath time every night.

I guess what I’m trying to say is I love working, but I miss being a mommy.

Break out the fireworks and noisemakers!! DEE JUST GOT A PROMOTION!

Oh, yes. I did. Now this means I will have less time for my few readers, and less time to read my own favorite blogs, however this also means benefits, better pay, and job a tad bit more complicated. BUT I GOTTA PROMOTION! That means DING DING DING, I am awesome.

Now, my job is boring and relatively easy. The hard part is keeping a good attitude, while you sit aimlessly at a desk answering a phone for people who don’t want to talk to you anyway. Which is easy for me, I guess, because I am young and not bitter, and generally like to smile, I guess.

BUT MY NEW JOB, I will have things to do.

Tedious boring things. But things to do all the same. YAY!

I will no longer be chained to a desk. I will be able to move. I will be able to go to the potty when ever I need to. I will be able to take a stroll around the office. I will be able to have a conversation with a coworker with out that phone ringing and interrupting. How splendid is that?

Pretty splendid, because it’s the little things in life, like those mentioned above, that make my world go round.

I AM SO FREAKING EXCITED!! GO MEE!

I feel a little guilty…

I’ve already finished my first manuscript for a childrens book. It took me a total of… three days. Which leaves me wondering… Don’t these things take time to write? Is mine actually pretty sucky because I only combed through it quickly 4 times? I mean… it is just a picture book. It doesn’t take more than 20 minutes to comb through and fix a few things. It’s actually pretty good. I showed it to my mother, my honey, and my dear friend, noodle… And they really liked it.

I’m not doing this to get published. Although being published would be awesome. I’m doing this as a project for my honey and I. He’s going to do the illustrations for the books. And I’m doing this for my son, because I thought it would be cool to have him as the main character of a series of stories. I plan to frame all the original art work and hang them… some where in the house. Don’t know where yet. My honey is very talented. He went to school for it for a while, but wound up having to drop out for personal reasons.

So if I don’t get plublished it doesn’t matter. The main point is for the family to enjoy something together. Sending it in is just for fun.

So why am I so nervous? It’s not like I plan to turn this into a career…

Whatever this is, it’s bound to be fun. I’m excited.

A co-worker came up to me today, and he asked me how I was doing. I told him I was fine.

Then he asked me how school was. And I told him I had finished my first semester…

He asked how I did, I told him I received all A’s in all of my class.

He responded with “Oh, so you’re that girl? Do you sit in the front row of all your classes?”

I laughed.

He then said congratulations.

What’s funny… is I was never “That Girl” I was always the other girl…

The one who sat in the back of class, if I showed up at all, and was lucky to pass any class with a D.

I never really tried hard in high school. I never went out of my way to get a good grade. I didn’t bother, I had more important things to do, like go out with friends and sleeping.

So being called “That girl” in reference to the perfectionist-nerdy type was quite a surprise to me. No one had ever said that before. I was always the “Bad girl” I had friends whose parents didn’t want them around me because I never went to class.

It just amazes me how much I’ve changed over the last couple years. I had always wanted to be “That girl” but was never willing to make the effort.

I made the effort this semester, and it has paid off.

I’m actually proud of myself. I think it took having my son for me to finally grow up. I guess I shouldn’t say finally, I’m only 21. I know people with kids who are in their thirties and can’t grow up, they’re still hooking up with random people in bars and they think that’s cute… I would never even consider doing something like that now, although I have a short history of things like that… I was in high school, where nothing counts unless you get pregnant, and I had no one to worry about but myself. Of course, I wouldn’t dare say that to my little brother or son. It’s not something any teenager should live by, and I was lucky to get out of that kind of life, lots of people don’t. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I don’t really care about being “cool” anymore… Or perhaps I have a new definition of what is cool… Being a responsible adult, being a successful, caring, good person is cool to me now.

My point is… I turned into a good person, a mature adult, and a great student. I never thought that would happen. GO ME!

1. When I am upset and people tell me to calm down.

2. When I am NOT upset and people tell me to calm down.

3. When people shake my hand like their made out of limp noodles.

4. Eye rolling. OOHHHH This makes me want to smack people. If my thirteen year old brother does this again, I’m gonna pop both those eyes out with a spoon.

5. Snippiness. Now, this makes me such a hypocrit, because I get snippy quite often, but if people get snippy with me I act like they’ve just smacked me in the face. GRR.

6. When people see the sign in sheet in front of my desk, but some how think they are above the law, and don’t sign in.

7. People that think the receptionist has some type of authority. “I can’t make sure the CEO answers the phone. He doesn’t answer his phone when I call the majority of the time. I can’t refund you any money. I can’t part oceans or walk on water. All I have is a switch board and a list of extensions. I don’t even have an intercom system, and I have an imaginary chain from my ankle to my desk, so I can’t go looking for who you’re calling for. So where do you want to be transferred to? Because that’s all I do is press buttons.”

8. Silliness about answering the phone. I absolutely can’t stand it when people don’t answer the phone because they don’t know the number, like they are afraid or something. Just answer the phone! If you don’t want to talk to who’s calling, tell them your busy and you’ll call them back. It’s that simple. I also FREAKING hate it when people are like that about MAKING phone calls. No one is going to yell at you. Just call the cable company and ask them your question. Call the gas company and get your refund. Call the debt collector and find out what in the blue hell they are talking about. What is the big deal? It’s just a phone! Maybe it doesn’t bother me bcause it’s my job to answer the phone and make phone calls I don’t want to make, but… I just don’t get it.

9. People who drink coffee through a straw… like… REALLY? I can’t even add to this. It’s ridiculous. It doesn’t even taste the same once it’s been through a straw.

10. By-the-book-moms. Every child is different. Whatever therapist or child psychologist decided to group them all together in one category was a moron. He needs to go back to college, because he should not have gotten his degree. EVERY child is different. What works for one, may not work for another. It’s so frustrating when people tell me “Taz needs to be on a schedule, because if he doesn’t he’s going to be confused.” WHAT are you talking about? Taz is fine with the topsy-turvy never-the-same schedule he has. He eats and goes to bed at about the same times every day. I think that’s enough of a schedule for us. OR “He should be walking by now, take him to the doctor.” NO. He’s fine. He actually started walking everywhere this week. I’m glad I never took time off of work to take him to the doctor. I knew he would walk when he was ready. He’s so cute when he walks. SOO unstable. Lol.

11. Pre-teens in movie theaters. They just shouldn’t be allowed. They’re annoying, loud, and messy.

12. People who don’t do anything when their kids hit other kids at the playground. The other day, I was at a park. My honey’s grandaughter Smile got poked in the eye by another kid ON PURPOSE. I watched it happen. I snatched up Smile, and the little boys mother walked over, said “I saw it.” with a total attitude, grabbed her son, walked away, and let him go right out and play again. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Like REALLY? If it had been Smiley, her little butt would have been in TimeOUT for 2 whole minutes. (She’s only two…)

Does anyone else have any pet peeves? I’d love to hear them!!

I don’t think this needs an introduction.

1. I am so freaking sick of doing favors for people, like watching their kids, being at their beck and call, etc. And get absolutely nothing in return. If I do get something in return, it is after I have done a whole crap load of explain, reasoning and begging. I, then , feel like telling everyone to… take their favor else where… (I had a much better way of putting it, but I’ll let you use your imagination.)

2. I am sick of the mailman. That man is no longer my friend. I have been waiting for TWO WEEKS to receive a check in the mail, and ONE WEEK to receive a different check in the mail. I realize that these things are not his fault, they are the fault of my honeys work, and Wells Fargo, but I need a scapegoat, and the mail man happens to be the middle man.

3. I am sick of the fact that everyone seems to put everything away anywhere it fits. You’re done with the cereal? JUST SHOVE YOUR BOWL WITH OUT RINSING IT RIGHT ON TOP OF THE GARBAGE DISPOSAL. Did you want to put the box away? Yep, right in the middle of a cabinet, blocking site of everything else is an excellent spot! Don’t worry about the red label that says cereal on the next shelf down, it’s a lie.

4. I am sick of bills. Now, I’m sure everyone is sick of this. EVERYONE can relate to this one. You pay one, and low and behold a week later a new one comes. They never go away. I wish I could move in with my mom and have her pay all my bills for me, but no. My mom lives with me, and I pay her bills for her. GODDAMN IT.

5. I am sick of NO ONE following “Dee’s System.” I have a system. The system works. Why can’t everyone just use the credit cards I tell them to use, and not touch the ones I tell them not to use? Why is it so easy for me to remember, but doggone impossible for everyone else?

6. I am sooo sick of the sitter not returning my son’s diaper bag.  That’s enough about that right there.

7. I’m sick of having nothing to do at work. I sit here. That’s my job. TO SIT HERE AIMLESSLY.

8. I’m sick of how convenient it is that the one day I’m having a beyond awful day, my honey suddenly has to work late. Remarkable. I think his boss has ESP. I wonder if he knows where my missing checks are…

9. I’m sick of not being able to spend time with my son, because I’m busy running errands and buying that damn new car.

10. I’m very sick of everything. I need a vacation.

I know I said 5 reasons… but I guess I’m sick of more than five. GRR!!

I haven’t spent time with my son since… Monday. Thank goodness this new car business is over. My Honey could no possibly be more in love with a car. He is so happy with it.

It is awfully nice, afterall. I like it more than I’m willing to admit. Because if I admit it, I won’t be able to complain about our extremely high car payments, and how we are sinking into a hole, due to this huge car payment.

This isn’t true, of course. We can totally afford the car. I’m just going to give him a hard time when he asks for things like a new TV, a Lazyboy… or basically anything else that will clutter up my living room.

I’m happy to have finally crossed the new car off the list of things to do. Now we can keep moving down the list, a new dining room table is on the list next.

Not to mention I’m planning a huge surprise party for my honey’s 40th birthday. Gosh… I can’t believe he’s going to be 40! Our age difference really shocks me sometimes, considering how absolutely immature he is. He loves whoopie cushions and Invader Zim for goodness sake.

His daughter and I have all kinds of things in mind.

1. A video journal of everyones favorite memories of him.

2. All sorts of pictures of him throughout the years.

3. Italian food (Because he’s italian and loves his pasta)

And… some other silly little things. I’m sorry, this is probably very boring to everyone else. I’m still trying to suck a cup of coffe down with out burning my mouth,

At least the pictures are funny! I’ll post a more interesting post later. Something funny, and less groggy sound.

I will remember what this damn car cost me, and hate it just the same.

OH what I have been through to buy this damn car. One obstacle after another.

Today, the obstacle was the insurance agency. Oh, is Car Insurance ridiculously expensive. And a horrible pain in the butt.

I’m tired now, and yet I am still at work trying to brave out the rest of my day, just to go to the car dealership tonight, and buy the car of My honeys dreams. I hope he is quite pleased. Mean while, my hair will be turning gray over the bills that we have to pay, the places we need to go, and all the other things that come along with buying a car, while he happily drives his beautiful Metallic Black Elantra.

This posting is probably not flowing very well. That’s because I’m hungry. And so very tired. And my nerves are shot to hell.  Maybe I’ll try to post again tomorrow.

When my head is clear again.

Any stress techniques someone would like to share? I could really use them…