Saturday, July 12, 2008


One of my biggest pet peeves is people that are so wrapped up in themselves, that they have no idea (or care) about anything outside of their little "bubble" of reality. I've met my share of Bubbles, and nothing is quite as frustrating or head shaking as a full on Bubble in action.

There are the Bubbles that talk constantly about ONE subject- non-stop. No matter what is being discussed, or what the situation is... EVERYTHING comes back to that persons "issue." The weather, the news, the bad service at the resturant, the rotation of the all dramatically affected (up for discussion) because of the hyper-focus. They ask questions about their topic of choice, just because nobody had mentioned it in the past minute or so.

There are Bubbles that think They are the all important center of the Universe. Everything that happens is a direct result of THEM being here, and everything that doesn't exactly go their way, is a direct insult (attack) on them. If they are busy- thats all there is, they are busy. The end. If anyone else ventures to have a life, or not be at their own personal beck and call... WOW- thats just unacceptable. Let the fireworks begin!!

There are Bubbles that think only of themselves. With this variety, you can have a complete conversation and the only part that "sticks" is the part about them. IF it is something they happen to be interested in at that precise moment. Everything else just bounces off the bubble, and is lost. " You never told me that!" and "Oh. Well, I didn't know~" All that seems to matter is how "whatever" will effect them, right now. Everything else really doesn't matter. Its all about the Now.

I'm sure everyone has Bubble moments- where you get wrapped up in yourself, FOR A TIME. Get over yourself and move on a little, would ya!? Once in a while at least. Honestly, there is more to daily life that ONE subject. ONE topic. ONE person.

Breathe people, the world can't revolve around ALL of you.

Around here, there are lots of little bubble head wanna be's... not to mention the full on Bubble Heads, and its SO frustrating! The little ones, you can send to their rooms- the Big ones... what can you do but shake you head, take a deep breath, and wait for the bubble to pop. Just so you can get a word in, be heard, or just to change the subject for a second.

It seems to me that the world should be made up of more interaction and compromise and courtesy - than of independent orbits. But then again, I'm a mom... I don't have time to create my own real bubble.

I just blog.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Messing with the Mojo

Wow, long ago I used to really love 3 day weekends. But that was WAY before kids...

Now the 2 "off " days are about the limit of what I can handle while retaining the slightest inkling of my supposed sanity. I tend to take up those 2 days by holding my breath, letting things slide, dealing with a new set of rules, expectations, and behaviors... counting down till The Schedule can be reinstated.

I'm a loser. I know.

But I like the schedule. The organization. The conformity. Most of the time!

I have a morning routine, a way I take care of lunches. The kids and their chores , I deal with them in my own way- on my time frame. When Daddy-o gets home we have things pretty much set too. When dinner is, and the baths and all the stuff that needs to be done. It gets done. It may not (highly unlikely to be) perfect, but it's what I do. And I like that I have a flow to it.

Throw a 3 day weekend on me, and I stall out. I don't know, I just fall back and feel like I am on damage control. The usual weekend schedule doesn't work, the running I do on Mondays- is pushed back until later. Which changes the flow for the whole week. I should hang out with the hubby, because he's home... but I have Stuff To Do...I feel bad about doing it, I feel bad if I don't do it.

He thinks I sit around and eat bonbons watching soaps on TV anyway... but I do actually accomplish! things! Just because they are the Behind the Scene type things, they don't seem to count as much as if I had just completed a barn raising or something. It's not that I am bringing in a paycheck... but having dinner served to you, clean laundry waiting for you, and an ample supply of TP at the ready SHOULD count for something, right?

Since Independence Day (mom defination: STILL not a day off for mom) was on a Friday this year, we had a long weekend. Which is ok, if you have plans, friends, or something to do... but we didn't. It was just another day around here.

So, I lost my groove. Worrying about the little things (like when I can reschedule the Bonbon fest) and if I am being un-social by doing my things, or grumpy because I am not doing them... The groove was sacrificed.

And losing the groove- is a hard thing to do.

Disturbance in the force~

Something is off. Can't put my finger on it.

But the result is the same. People 'round here are grumpy, and short. I mean we are short most of the time anyway- and grumpy happens... but it's just tweaked a bit more than normal.

I don't know it it's the weather, or if the moon is in the opposing quadrant, or if the last red Popsicle was broken ... but what ever it is I hope it corrects its self. IN. A. HURRY.

We all survived the 4th- no body is missing a finger or has singed eyebrows. Partially because we live in a crappy time where we are shut out of a lot of the things we used to take for granted. No fireworks this year. Again. The land of the Free... with a bunch of restrictions.

ITS JUST A SPARKLER, for goodness sake!

That might be part of MY personal grumpy....

We got a LOVERLY new couch- and have spent a lot of time curled up on there with books, in front of the fans... most of us fit on it ALL at the same time even!! Still sorting out WHO has the best spot, and arguing about who stole whoms' place, and the legal wranglings of Dibs, and I Called It.

That could explain even more of the grumpies.

The Birthdays are coming up... maybe I am confusing anxiety with grumpy. I don't know but it is sucking the ever loving life out of me. Seriously, how long am I supposed to be on "cheer everyone else up" mode before I decide to bag it and pull out the industrial sized roll of duct tape?!

And then there is this. I just realized that we have been here, in this house, for 4 years now. I think that is the longest time any of us has ever lived in any one place... other than Mom and Pops... Maybe we are all a bit restless?? Stir crazy. Tired of waiting for "it" to happen. Like summer school. Like Real College. Like a project. Like a Change.

Harumph. and UGH.

There is a disturbance in the force... and I'd really like it to mellow. Just a Tad.