Pointless Rambling

Ever have one of those stretches of time that feels like your skin just doesn't fit? Restless, edgy, cranky at anyone and nothing in particular, happy one minute and ready to pound something the next, triggered by nothing you can put your finger on and say, "AHA! That's it! That's the culprit!" I'm having one of those fortnights. Maybe it's the paper cut I got on my lip from sealing an envelope that keeps cracking back open. Or maybe, if you believe in astrology, you could point out that Mars is retrograde until the seventeenth, and has been for a couple of weeks. If that's the reason, I can't wait 'til the bitch is back and moving in concert with the other astral bodies. I may not last until Wednesday without taking a hammer to something and just pounding the living crap out of it.

I can't sleep, but Ed's monstrous snoring may have something to do with that. He doesn't usually snore, but lately... sheesh. The man could keep me awake when I'm trying to sleep on the living room couch. With the bedroom door closed.

I could swear we bought a Golden Retriever in February. He's now tall enough to rest his chin on the kitchen table. Without stretching out his neck. And he's not a year old until December 3rd. I guess I finally got that pony I wanted when I was five.

Where did the summer go? Mason's back in school tomorrow. Way earlier than when we were kids, I know. But they take time off for no discernible reason now. I'm waiting for them to declare National Fart Day and have the kids take that Friday off, with a Monday off on the other end for 'Teacher Inservice Day.' In service doing what? And where, exactly, are they doing it? If you go by any given school on one of those inservice days, the parking lot's as empty as McDonald's on Christmas. (insert crickety noises here...)

Maybe it's just me, feeling time-compressed like a movie on TBS and doing a split screen complete with voiceover when the not-part-of-the-entertainment parts are zooming past. I wanna be a full-length feature on HBO instead, in my full glory, left to laze around and wallow through two closing theme songs 'til my credits are done rolling slowly by. Once or twice a month is all I need to recharge, just a full day of doing nothing and not even bothering to change out of my loungy pajama pants.

Too bad my next days off are really aren't... laundry and errands and stuff on Saturday (I'm behind on both, so I gotta), Mason's dental appointment way the heck across town on Thursday (thanks, more local dentists, for not signing up to join Aetna's DMO), and next Saturday taking Mason to the eye doc for an exam, during which he'll get his pupils dilated and spend hours griping about how he can't see anything. I'm so looking forward to the weekend two weeks from now when I'll be off for two days running and there's nothing planned and no way to make any appointments for a Sunday...

TTFN. I'm off to endeavor to fall asleep to the lullaby of a growling bear with asthma.
- posted by Stephanie @ 10:15 PM