Random Tuesday, the Grrrr....edition

The sun is shining, the birds are singing, it's warming up nicely outside, and I left the house in a foul mood today.  Nothing and nobody in particular, just so much piling up and I was ready to explode.

That's right, it's Random Tuesday Thoughts.

Wish it wasn't a cloudy day in my head.

Why do I get to be the human PDA?  I have to remember bills due, ball games, recitals, rehearsals, swim lessons.  I have to remember meetings and sometimes ones Mr. Wild has at his own work.  I have to remember to get things for my staff, who is gone today, who is in today, who is subbing for whom, whether someone is out sick.  The last straw was that while I was getting ready upstairs, Mr. Wild did not call the school office to report the oldest being ill.  So I come downstairs, hoping to leave right away and finding out I need to do one more thing, other than get ready for leaving for work.  Granted he was staying with the sick kid today.  Granted he was starting to get ready to mop the floor and had put the dirty dishes away and in the dishwasher and started it.  But those things could have waited a couple of minutes while he made the call before school started.  Yes, I did not tell him to do it specifically, but nobody tells me to do it specifically.  So why does it have to be me doing it?  Or remembering to tell somebody to do it?

Grrr...

I do this to myself, this craziness with the kids in the spring.  I let them take dance and soccer and swimming all in the same season.  About now is when I kick myself for signing up for all that crap extra-curricular stuff.  I know the girl is loving it.  She got picked for the teacher's award in her class, of which I'm so proud, and she gets to do an extra dance, of which I'm also so proud.  I know she feels very excited about it and special.  But that means this weekend is insane.  Rehearsal at 9:45 am, then we try to get back to soccer at 11 am.  I'm missing son's game at 10 am.  Then eat lunch and turn around to go back at 2 or 3 pm (I haven't checked those times to know for sure, yet).  Then Sunday we'll spend the morning getting ready, taking her to the recital at 1 pm for a 2 pm start time.  And all afternoon will be in that auditorium.  Which I don't mind really, but my weekend is shot.  Thank goodness swimming was done last weekend.

I hope these kids really enjoy what they're doing, because that's why I let them.

Grrr....

Back to work again.  Still not happy here, again.  Which is sad, because I think I could be happier if the Powers-that-be created a different environment.  Instead of this one.  So I was thinking about this feminist thing and how some feminists express the opinion that women "choose" to stay home because society still makes it easier for them to choose that and pushes them to "want" to stay home and take the traditional female role because society doesn't give us enough outs to make it easier for man or woman to choose what naturally works for them.  Which I think is only partially true.  I don't want to work anymore.  If I'm going to deal with personalities that act under age 10, I think I'd rather do it with people who really are under age 10.  Here's something for the feminist ladies (and I'm talking hard core, get out and work, don't betray the movement feminists) to chew on.  Maybe work doesn't fulfill all our needs either.  Mr. Wild is struggling with this himself.  He's not sure his career should be more important than his family.  Same goes for me.  Maybe he and I should move to a small farm and work the land together with our kids.  Get back to basics.  Then I wake up and smell the benefits and can't quite make that cut.

Grrr...

What I think I'd really like to be able to do.  Teach at a university, technical or community college or high school.  Without going back to school.  And make it part-time.  Have health care that I don't have to worry about due to changing or losing jobs.  Spend part of my time away from work planning and making decent healthy meals for my family.  Spend another part actually setting aside time for reading and writing.  And have enough money that my children can choose extracurricular activities they would like to do and get to do them.

Grrr...

Okay, I like living in the Midwest, and I know that means the farmers are out and about in their big tractors, but could we please not be driving on the roads when I have to get to work?  Like, maybe get up at dawn and be in the fields before I'm driving between 7:30 and 8:00 am?  I am grateful not to be driving in heavy traffic, but going 15 mph on a country road in a no-passing zone gets my blood boiling.

Grrr...

You know what?  Go visit the UnMom.  I'm sure there is better and much more positive randomness out there. (Though Keely seems to be on the same page as me about work....)

To balance this, I'll work on something for Thursday Goodness.  If you'd like to join me in that meme, leave a message here.  I might get all technical and add a Mister Linky and everything.  We all need pick me ups, the more, the merrier we will be.