Fantasy football and other reasons to be annoyed....

There are so many things I was thinking about writing about today - favorite sayings of mine and how they relate to most situations, men and how they relate to most situations, last nights swimming lesson and a funny mom I laughed with too loud in the pool. But I think, after this mornings debacle, I will rant about getting my almost 5 year old beautiful daughter Jayden dressed and the hour of hell I go through at least once (sometimes 5 mornings) a week.

Okay....fast forward a whole day - I had started the above yesterday and since I never finished I am assuming you can take a wild guess of how the rest of the day went. I am actually going to switch topics completely, but we will revisit the clothing issue at a later date (possibly tomorrow LOL).

Anyway, I am going to discuss men. I know, totally a topic that has been beaten to death, much like I would like to do to my own man at times.....So like all women (well maybe expect for the Stepford Wives) I complain about my husband A LOT! He doesn't do this, he does too much of that yadda yadda yadda.

The start of August for me means the beginning of a very long, tedious fantasy football season. As soon as Superbowl is over I tend to put the whole affair behind me, much like forgetting how bad childbirth is (not that I know what that is like since I had c-sections, but I hear it is awful) - now I will say that I used to be a HUGE football fan and a fantasy football participant BC. Before Children. For some members of my family who shall remain nameless, Before Children (BC) and After Children (AC) is basically the same - not as much drinking, not as many dinners out, not as many dinners at all, and vacations are certainly less than relaxing. But for me - life was completely altered forever.


Now my husband is an AV guy, if he isn't talking about AV things he is talking about football. Luckily the two topics go hand in hand and we have a TV in almost every room - in the "tool room" we have a 50" hanging on a beam. So when I am looking for him and both he and his laptop are missing I can pretty much safely assume he is in there. Usually watching ESPN. During football season he goes missing quite often and quite often he is discovered there, with drool on his shirt in a trance watching two games on the 50" (thank GOD for picture in picture) and another on his laptop.

This past Sunday it all started - the phone ringing off the hook about football nonsense, the hours upon hours that he spent researching players and football news, the talking to me about these things like I care. After four hours of dedicated research, I ran by him, hair out of whack, makeup dripping down my face, clothes stained with kid stuff, out of breathe and chasing screaming children dripping ice pops everywhere, and said "oh, I forgot how much I love football season". He looked up at me with the blank stare men have perfected and said (this is an exact quote) "Why, because I am reading one article?" Is he kidding me? If it takes him four hours to read one article on football, I should start having my almost 5 year old read it to him - might be quicker and this way at least he could take notes. 

Before I go further down this road I will take a brief minute to say that I am married to a very nice, good guy. He is a wonderful father, a hard worker, pretty easy on the eyes and when there are no children around vieing for our attention we get along very well.

Okay, now that I have given him some credit I will continue.....

With the birth of our second child during football season he did tell me that he was strictly going to concentrate on Patriots games only. How nice. How considerate. The Patriots do however still play 16 regular season games - and as we all know, they do play OTHER teams, so, even though he is only concentrating on the Pats he does still have to do his due diligence regarding the opposing team. Enough said on that.

So my friends, football season is here. My husband has been taken over by it and my patience is already wearing thin. On top of it we are renovating our kitchen starting this weekend. By we I mean he. He is choosing to take on a complete gutting of our kitchen by himself, with all his free time......(giggle giggle)....

See you tomorrow -
Audra

I really like cake...

Every morning when I get to work I call my coworker who is also my friend, my Weight Watchers buddy, my lunch partner and so on. We check in - give each other an update on what our morning weigh in was and confirm our time for our 2 mile walk at lunch. Today I call, just like every morning, and when she answers I say "Good morning from a 139.5 lb person" (happy since the scale was down again this morning). She doesn't say anything. "What's wrong?" I ask, she says very matter of factly, "I really like cake".

Despite the name of my blog I am not going to spiral everyday into a sea of negativity - my mother would say that I am not being negative, but a realist instead. I don't really want to be viewed as a negative person - I certainly don't think of myself as a negative person. The exercise of this blog, for me, is to vent, is to take all these random thoughts that consume my time and quite literally put them somewhere.

Anyway, moving on now....

My friends' comment made me stop and think about my own morning moment on the scale - every morning, after I've bonded with my Wii Fit, I get up on that scale hoping to see a change for the better. If I don't, my day doesn't start well - if I do, well then it's going to be a great day! Why does the weight showing on my scale weighs in on my happiness? Why do I do this to myself every day? If I was to change my behavior and weigh myself at the end of the day would it be better? Would it be better to reflect on my actions and choices that I made that day then to let my day be consumed with guilt that I was awful the day before? No need to answer - just a rhetorical thought.....

Okay, so I am making a big deal out of a scale - I'm letting a number affect my day - how pathetic! Life is too short to judge myself so harshly. Instead, today, I am making a conscious decision to be grateful for the things I do have, and yes, I should even learn to be grateful for the few extra pounds I have too - (yeah right - I know I am not fooling anyone with that comment). But if I were "normal" and not obsessive, then yes maybe I could settle with a few extra pounds -

My 20 year high school reunion is fast approaching at the end of this month. My goal, which I assume is similar to everyone elses', is to quite frankly is to look amazing at it.  Well, of course I will settle for looking okay - but amazing would certainly be better. So for the next 30 days I am Wii'ing it and walking and walking and walking -

until tomorrow.....
Audra

So this is me

Okay so this is me, uncut, exposed, slightly compulsive with definite martyr tendencies....what makes me different from you, you ask? Not much hopefully. Hopefully you will find comfort in reading this, I will feel comfort in writing this and most importantly we will share some giggles along the way.

So how did I get to this point in my life? Wish I knew. What I do know is that I have arrived here, not sure I'm too happy about it and certainly not sure what is next. I'm a venter, a complainer, funny if you like a caustic, crass, certainly dry (maybe a tad bitter) woman. I'm also a wife, a mom to two girls, a Credit Union marketer, a chronic dieter, an avid recycler, an even more avid couponer and....to put it mildly, angry.

If I had to trace back to what went wrong I might initially blame the woman's lib movement - seriously ladies whose idea was this? Did these woman really think that the woman in the future would want to do it all? Could do it all? Really, seriously COME ON! This was not in our benefit! Don't get me wrong, I'm all for a strong woman, a woman who doesn't need a man to do this or that - but in no uncertain way did I sign on for working full time, raising a family, keeping a house clean, a refrigerator full, paying bills, doing laundry and as you all know all to well how long the list is - the list we are expect to do with a smile, without a complaint and without (most times) a thank you.

Now, you might have read this far and you might be saying to yourself - this woman is just going to complain about the same things we all complain about - or maybe you don't complain about these things and either A) enjoy them B) don't enjoy them but just don't say anything or C) are heavily medicated and/or drink LOL. Okay, sorry, I digress. This "blog" if you will is just a snapshot of the daily trials and tribulations we all go through and my take on them, which again I hope you will be able to relate to and hopefully find funny.

Enjoy the ride my friends.......feel free to comment, share etc....

Audra