A Mad Ranter

I am a madwoman and sometimes I rant..........madly.

Let me tell you why I am a ranting madwoman. The following is a day in my life.

It all started last night..........My husband is out of state for the weekend to attend a family get-together. I got a call from him late last night that he was on his way to the emergency room because he was having chest pains, arm numbness, shortness of breath, and chills. My husband has been under quite a bit of work related stress lately, and the family get-together came a time that was difficult for him to get away from work. But, his Mom and his siblings would never have accepted that he was unable to come. So, like a good boy, he went.

I was awake most of the night as my brother in law called to give me updates from the hospital. As soon as morning arrived, my mother in law started calling too. It turns out hubby is fine though, all of the cardiac tests came back normal, and he was given a prescription to manage high blood pressure.

So, my day began with the phone ringing off the hook. I spoke to the relatives, and spoke to my husband. Then it was time to grab a shower, and eat breakfast. Now, let me just number my stops for you......
1) I delivered my son to daycare.
2) Stop by work to get some tuition papers signed by my boss.
3) Run and pick up a contract for my moms’ RV rental space.
4) Hurry home and grab lunch.
5) Take my mom to her dentist appointment for minor oral surgery.
6) After dropping mom at the dentist, it was back home to get my daughter.
7) Drop the daughter at golf practice.
8) Go back to the dentist to wait for my mom, and get her care instructions for the afternoon.
9) When my mom was done at the dentist, I dropped her back at the house.
10) Off to the drugstore to fill moms prescriptions.
11) Back to the golf course to collect my daughter.
12) Pick up son at daycare.
13) The three of us went to pick up the newly filled prescriptions, but the line was so long I decided to go back later to pick them up.
14) I went home, where the kids had a snack while I started dinner. I mixed up some biscuits and made a batch of beef stew. After dinner, the daughter and I cleaned the kitchen, then I finished the laundry that I started earlier, and finally relax a few minutes until it’s time to head to the airport to pick up my husband at 9:30 tonight.

Do you get why I am mad? Do you get why I rant? This all can only get worse when school starts. AAAAAAAKKKKKKkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!

Talking

I am an exerciser. My favorite is jogging, though I also love biking and playing tennis. Exercise is how I attempt to manage some of the mad ranting I have inside of me. Sometimes, it contributes to it.

You know that movie from about 10 years ago with Tea Leoni and Penelope Cruz? It's the one where she is out for a jog, and has something to prove. She is running up a hill passing everyone. As she runs, she's all like "On your left!" or "on your right!" This is done with a smirk if I remember the movie correctly.

Okay, so I HATE telling people I am on their left or on their right. I HATE IT! I don't want to talk to people when I am exercising. Can't they just wear a rear view mirror or something? Can't they look behind them once in awhile? Besides, when I do make the effort to say "On your left!" They invariably get mixed up, and quickly jump to the left right into my pathway.

What is worse than the whole announcing-jumping-to-the-wrong-left thing, is when I don't say anything and attempt a stealthy pass. They ALWAYS, (and I do mean ALWAYS) do this little jump scream like maneuver which sounds like "Whhhhaaaaa!" or "Aaaaakkkk!" This annoys me FAR more than if I had just said I was behind them in the first place.

I'm working on this. For now, I think I'll buy a bell like old dudes have on their bike.

Ching, Ching! Ching, Ching!

Mother

My Mom makes me crazy. She lives several hours away, but comes to visit OFTEN. I have several brothers and sisters, but she always stays with my family because I have the biggest house. I'm SERIOUSLY thinking about moving to a smaller house.

My Mom does not approve of anything. She doesn't like how I raise my children. She doesn't like that I take an occasional nap. She doesn't like that I bought a new sofa to take a nap on (my old 12 year old sofa was PERFECTLY FINE.) She doesn't like that my kids are happy and loud. She doesn't like it when I throw away moldy bread. That bread is fine, just pick off the moldy parts and eat it anyway. God forbid my Mother sees you throwing anything into the trash. A nice flat piece of cardboard is not trash, it can still be used for something. You know the plastic container you get from the store full of cut-up watermelon? It should be washed out and reused for something when the watermelon is gone. If the kids don't fill up enough of the paper they are drawing on she raises her eyebrows at their wastefulness.

Now, this is the other thing, my Mom does not actually say anything about these things to me. She says them all to my sister. At my house she does this little half raised eyebrows, half eye roll thing which is far more ANNOYING than if she would have just said something. Sometimes she just asks a question to make her point. Example: "Is Max throwing away that perfectly good paper clip?" or "Does Lexie just throw out her used maxi-pads without washing and reusing them?" There is one benefit to my Moms crazy "don't throw anything out" policy. My cereal cupboard has several boxes that contain a few bites of stale Cheerios or Chex rolling around the bottom. My Mom takes care of ALL of this icky staleness. She fills her bowl every morning with those last few bits of stale cereal and flattens down the boxes to save for some important project later.

I blame my Mother for my extra pounds. She has made it nearly impossible to throw away food from someones plate without taking a few more bites so it's not wasted. When I step on the scale, my usual exclamation goes something like; "AAARRRRGGGGHHH! MOM AGAIN!!!!!!!"

Introducing KATE!

Hi, I am Kate! I have been an avid blog reader for several years now. I have finally decided that I have something to say. I hope you will find it as interesting as I do. If you don't, I don't think I care.

First, let me tell you a little about myself. I am a 40-something peri-menopausal woman with a ferocious temper and a recently realized anger management problem. I am a daughter, (an EXTREMEMLY angry daughter), I am a wife, (ususally an angry wife), I am a mother, (sometimes an angry mother), I am an employee, (occasionally an angry employee), I am a full time student (rarely an angry student), and I am a pet lover, (super rarely an angry pet lover!)
I search for peacefulness. I read my bible, I run, I bike, and I search for all the Zen tips for living I can find. It's just not helping.

I have chosen to name this blog "Rantings of a Madwoman" because I FEEL LIKE A MADWOMAN! You know those days when you want to run out the door screaming and pulling your hair by the roots? Yeah, that's how I feel a lot lately. I am just looking for a place to put it out there and clear this crazy head a bit. When I'm done, I am hoping to feel a little less angry and a little more like hanging out on the couch with my family having a bowl of popcorn and watching Americas got Talent. Hmmm, we'll see about that.

You will see that I LOVE to type in SCREAM, and I LOVE to OVERUSE punctuation !!!!!! !!!!!! ????? ?????? @#%&*!????? Don't tell me if this bugs you. Remember, I'm an angry madwoman, and you'll probably just make me mad.