Monday, January 30, 2012

Debbie Downer - 4 complaints I just need to get out there

SNL used to do a skit featuring Rachel Dratch called Debbie Downer. She'd endlessly bring up something depressing about her life regardless of how happy the situation and a "WHaaa WHaaaa" would follow on a trumpet. It's hilarious. Not so hilariously though, I feel like her today. I really don't want to complain because I truly love my life, but today. . . eh. . . notsomuch.
  • Theres a bedwetter here. I have several nights worth of sheets, blankets, pillowcases, and pajamas to prove it. Not to mention at least 5 more loads of other laundry. Laundry, what a dirty word. The bane of my existance. The second you finish, theres a whole new load waiting for you. Lurking. Multiplying like little bunnies. I sure love it.
  • Three of our kids got through strep and colds last week and are now feeling great. YAY! I'm coming down with something. Don't feel great. BOO!
  • Every night I have extremely vivid, usually disturbing dreams. EVERY NIGHT. Last night is not the first time this week that I've woken up crying. What do you do for that? How can I possibly feel rested and happy when I've been going through hell all night?
  • I love living with boys but don't love asking the question of the day, "Okay, who farted?" I can't help it if I want to keep the air quality of the house breathable and want to teach my kids social responsibility. Blech. Sometimes I just feel surrounded by "grossness."

These are the things on my mind today. Call me Debbie Downer.