Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Wild One

I hate it when stuff gets in the way of blogging. I've come to really treasure my blog time - both writing and reading. When I can't get to it for a few days, I find myself wondering how my favorite folks are doing. Unfortunately, sometimes life does not cooperate with my blogging needs. I've had a busy, hectic, kinda lousy couple of days, and it has kept me away from my online addiction.

I thought I might try listing some of the things that are currently bugging the crap out of me. Maybe if I vent a little, my blood pressure will return to normal....

1. Lacrosse sucks. It is an exceedingly violent game, with rules that are completely mysterious. Basically, it seems to be about one kid running frantically with the ball, while all the other kids whack at him furiously with sticks. Sometimes, for no apparent reason, the whacking results in penalties, but most of the time it's permitted. And, sometimes, one kid will have the ball, and nobody else is even near him, and the referees will blow the whistle and give the ball to the other team. Uh, dude, what? And did I mention that it is a violent game? With exceptionally inadequate padding?

2. On that same subject, it is a mother's nightmare when, during the nasty lacrosse game, her child gets hurt and she is not allowed to inquire about his well-being. At our home games, the parents sit on one side of the giant lacrosse field, and the teams and coaches are on the other side. When a player gets hurt, they help or carry him off the field over to the coaches area, where they tend to him. The parent gets to freak out all by themselves, with no way to communicate with their child, the medic, or anybody else that knows what's going on. Of course, I suppose I could screech, "My BABY!" and run across the field, but then my child would hate me forever. I think I've already given him enough to talk to his future psychiatrist about.

3. I hate that Alex has no padding on his bones. He got hurt, in case you didn't catch that, at the game yesterday. He got hit so hard he did a flip and then skidded about 10 feet in the wet grass. His injury is on his hip bone, which of course sticks out and has no natural padding. I should play lacrosse - my hip bones are so well protected, I'd never have felt it at all. We have to wait and see how it goes, but he's planning to play this vicious game again tomorrow, assuming he can walk. I'm thrilled.

4. I hate it when I make a bad underwear choice. Does that ever happen to you? You're in a hurry, not even all the way dry from your shower, and you grab the first undies you find? Those with the too-tight elastic, or the uncomfortable underwire? It always seems okay at first, but as the day wears on, it's practically the only thing you can think about? That was me - squeezed and poked and chafed all day. Not the best thing for my overall mood, let me tell you.

5. I hate talking - or trying to talk to - anyone that works for the state. You're trying to get a little basic information, and it should be a simple thing. But then the state gets involved with their "press one for this" and "press star, pound, star and then spell the name..." What ever happened to human beings answering the phone? Is that old fashioned? Maybe it's me that's out of touch.

6. Speaking of old-fashioned, I remember taking the SAT's many, many years ago. It seems to me it was a three-hour thing, which we signed up for at a place and time convenient to us. Well, evidently that's not the way it's done now. Alex had to go to school on Saturday. SATURDAY. At SEVEN FREAKING O'CLOCK in the morning. It was mandatory for all Juniors to attend, and it lasted until 2 in the afternoon. It turned out to be a half-hour longer than a normal school day. Alex was NOT in a good mood, and frankly, I don't blame him. The whole thing required us to rearrange our whole lives, including his brother's birthday party. Arghhh.

You know, I think all of this stuff wouldn't bother me so much if I wasn't so stressed out about other things - my life is a bit unsettled at the moment, and I'm spending a fair amount of time worrying, which affects my health, both mentally and physically. I'm also not sleeping as I should. Maybe I should drink more. Is it too late to make a new year's resolution?


Elenka said...

ME, I went through the Lacrosse thing....I know exactly how you feel. Fortunately he didn't get hurt, or not that i know of, at least. I'm glad those days are over. i cannot believe how much money it cost for all that supposedly protective gear. These teams should invest in bubble wrap.
Stress is no good. Worrying is no good. But i don't know how to stop it. I have both situations. Oh, things could be much, much worse, I know that but I like it when things are perfect and there are no worries. (Like when I was my son's age!) (He doesn't have a care in the world...but the trouble is, he SHOULD have cares in the world!)
I hate it when I can't sleep. One good thing about you not having a job, (the only good thing) is you don't have to get up at 5:30 am and go to work after you already have been popeyed awake since 2:30.....doing what? Worrying......I can't control it.
But over the past 2 months I have slept better after I read about taking a spoonful of honey before bed. I heat up a 1/2 C of milk with a spoon of honey in it and drink that before bed. I have slept much better!!
Well, here's to a good day for you and the boy!

Under the Influence said...

It's never too late, or too early, to start drinking!

Barb said...

You know what? I fell down this week. Like, I honest-to-God tripped over the coffee table and fell ass over teakettle. I was telling a friend about the truly spectacular bruises I have and how surprised I am that my ribs are so sore--when you consider my considerable padding, this seems inconsistent. And she said, "Actually, fatty tissue bruises much more easily than lean tissue."


Odette said...

Oh man! I used to play Rugby and my parents refused to watch due to the lack of padding, but at least we only hit each other with our bodies not sticks! Yikes!

I have been wondering about the drinking thing myself. Let me know if it works! Although you could also try to borrow some Ambien from Hallie!

Andrew Scott Turner said...

It's why you love coming to play rehearsal to sit next to me so that we can giggle about the way everyone reduces their lines to Yankee.

My advice, therefore?

Take a nice hot Baaaath


(Oh, and get yourself some new underwears and brars)

Evansmom said...

Evan got hit by a baseball several years ago when he was about nine. I was not paying attention and didn't realize he was up to bat when I heard this very loud thunk and looked up to see my one and only son sprawled over home plate.It was so loud that everyone watching gasped and cringed in sympathy. I wanted to jump the fence and run to him but, instead, I slowly walked to the area where he was while chanting to myself "do not run, do not embarrass him, do not run". He was OK and continued in the game. I did call out to first base "OK?" and got a thumbs up. After the game, I was feeling quite proud of myself and my restraint. What did my son say? "MOM! Where were you? The coach kept saying - just hold on, your Mom will be here any minute." Sigh, you just can't win.
Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers who read this. :)

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Becca said...

Xanax baby!!! I can still function and make decisions but I just don't care about the crap...

Midwest Mommy said...

The underwear one is so true!! It can really put cracks in a great day!

claudia said...

All I can say is I think I am glad I don't have boys. Oh crap! Wait, I have a daughter who surfs, (two broken noses and a broken foot, not to mantion there are sharks out there) and a daughter who trains horses for a living (nothing broken yet, but "Big Girl" had a fit in the sand one day and fell right on top of my entire daughter. My daughter told me it was a good thing they were on the beach, she sank into the sand under "Big Girl", named appropriately I might add)
I have to agree with Becca...Xanax baby...that sh*t has saved many a customer and co-worker. Don't care, don't care that my not caring bothers some people.
I thought about starting to drink. The one vodka/tonic I had the other night made me forget my feet hurt like a bitch.
Nothing worse than undies that bug ya!
Hang in there...worrying won't change a thing, except for how much your head hurts!
Love Ya!

Lanny said...

I hope Alex's hip is doing better!

I can't believe I'm about to share this...but I have a pair of horrible undies. Three actually. I love them, but I hate them. They have a looonnnggg tag that is sewn right into the back and hangs down. It tickles my crack. I never remember to cut the tag out until I'm out in public and it starts tickling me. It's NOT a pretty sight.

Mrs4444 said...

I'm SO with you on the underwear thing; why don't we throw the damned things away?!

P.S. Sorry your mom hasn't responded yet.

Abby Reed said...

I couldn't agree more, in regards to people working for the state!

Vegas Princess said...

With all of that I would start drinking too!

Those pairs of underwear (why do we call them pairs?) I usually toss as soon as I get home. Or in the trash can at work if I can't take it any more. And going commando at work is no fun so those are some bad bad underwears!

I am going to try Elenka's milk and honey thing before bed, sounds yummy and soothing!