So, I always used to bitch about how I hated teaching, and how I wished I could just sit at home, not having to work. Well, I've been at home for the last week and I want to tear my hair out.
Mind you, in my dreams, I was independently wealthy--not worrying about if I have enough personal leave to NOT take a cut in pay. Also, in my mind, staying home didn't literally mean staying at home in the same room with the same people for a week straight. Not that I don't heart my family. I don't know that ANYONE loves ANYONE that much.
So, I'm literally camped on Facebook and Myspace in between nursely duties. I'm getting my fill of crappy television. Maybe I should blog about all the crappy shows I'm being forced to watch. Waterboard, shwaterboard. Try watching marathon sessions of television car repair shows and BET sitcoms simultaneously. Meaning, flip to one show, watch them take apart someone's old car that doesn't run but they love it oh so much. During commercial, flip to show about single black father raising teenage daughter and all the calamity that occurs. Commercial--flip back to auto show and realize that you missed all the good parts because you were on black sitcom. Flip back to black sitcom and realize you missed sappy resolution to baby girl's latest drama.
Someone save me...we have just stopped on, WAIT FOR IT...THE DOG WHISPERER!!!!! For the love of brain cells, did he just say, "When good dogs go bad"?! This is too much.
I guess I'm not cut out for housewife-hood.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Relationship Test
You can learn A LOT about your relationship during stressful situations...
Take me for example. Saturday, the father of my child was injured in a football game. Luckily for me, I was late to the game, and missed the actual "injury-causing" hit. I say "luckily" because I am NO GOOD with medical emergencies. They freak me out. And blood? Forget it. So, I was running late as usual, and as I pulled into Waimanalo Beach Park, I got a call that he had been injured. Turned out to be: a fractured and dislocated ankle bone, and some kind of knee injury which has yet to be assessed.
After the whole emergency room routine, we brought him home and set him up in the living room. We have a million stairs at our house and there is no good place for someone with a leg injury. So, needless to say, days 1 and 2 were painful and spent bed-ridden.
We're going on 5 days now, and I am feeling truly "tested". I mean, I'm trying to show as much aloha as I can muster, but this whole nursing gig is just NOT FOR ME. I can't handle. First of all, I can't stand watching someone I love in so much pain. Moreover, when I grab someone's leg to move it, it CREEPS ME OUT to feel a freaking bone MOVING AROUND!!!! But heebie jeebies aside, I'm just not cut out to serve (and I mean serious service that I won't go into detail about for my boyfriend's privacy/pride's sake) ALL DAY LONG. Call me selfish, but I need some "me" time. And seriously, if I have to watch Cash Cab, Overhaulin', Dog the Bounty Hunter, or American Choppers for ONE MORE SECOND, I am going to gouge my eyes out.
Am I a total bitch? Maybe I don't want to know the answer to that...
Take me for example. Saturday, the father of my child was injured in a football game. Luckily for me, I was late to the game, and missed the actual "injury-causing" hit. I say "luckily" because I am NO GOOD with medical emergencies. They freak me out. And blood? Forget it. So, I was running late as usual, and as I pulled into Waimanalo Beach Park, I got a call that he had been injured. Turned out to be: a fractured and dislocated ankle bone, and some kind of knee injury which has yet to be assessed.
After the whole emergency room routine, we brought him home and set him up in the living room. We have a million stairs at our house and there is no good place for someone with a leg injury. So, needless to say, days 1 and 2 were painful and spent bed-ridden.
We're going on 5 days now, and I am feeling truly "tested". I mean, I'm trying to show as much aloha as I can muster, but this whole nursing gig is just NOT FOR ME. I can't handle. First of all, I can't stand watching someone I love in so much pain. Moreover, when I grab someone's leg to move it, it CREEPS ME OUT to feel a freaking bone MOVING AROUND!!!! But heebie jeebies aside, I'm just not cut out to serve (and I mean serious service that I won't go into detail about for my boyfriend's privacy/pride's sake) ALL DAY LONG. Call me selfish, but I need some "me" time. And seriously, if I have to watch Cash Cab, Overhaulin', Dog the Bounty Hunter, or American Choppers for ONE MORE SECOND, I am going to gouge my eyes out.
Am I a total bitch? Maybe I don't want to know the answer to that...
I used to...
I used to be a nerd and band geek.
I used to be a cheerleader.
I used to be skinny.
I used to paddle for Kaiheo/Windward Kai/Kai Oni Canoe Clubs.
I used to play 'ukulele, write songs, and sing in public. (in a band! we played at "bedroq", and in front of hundreds at Puget Sound lu'au. imagine that!)
I used to think that other girls didn't make good friends.
I used to be shy, then I was outgoing, and now I'm back to shy--sort of.
I used to hook up with other people's boyfriends, just because I could.
I used to think I was the $#!+...then I realized it was only in my mind, and I was actually just a nerd and band geek.
I used to screw people over out of selfishness, then I got a taste of my own medicine.
I used to put up with a lot of CRAP from people that were supposed to love me.
I used to GIVE a lot of crap to people that I was supposed to love.
I used to believe that marrying my high school sweetheart would somehow make the relationship worth more--then I learned that length of time and quality of time were totally different.
I used to dance hula and tahitian.
I used to want blonde hair and light-colored eyes. (I still want the light eyes, but now I have contacts for that.)
I used to be a cheerleader.
I used to be skinny.
I used to paddle for Kaiheo/Windward Kai/Kai Oni Canoe Clubs.
I used to play 'ukulele, write songs, and sing in public. (in a band! we played at "bedroq", and in front of hundreds at Puget Sound lu'au. imagine that!)
I used to think that other girls didn't make good friends.
I used to be shy, then I was outgoing, and now I'm back to shy--sort of.
I used to hook up with other people's boyfriends, just because I could.
I used to think I was the $#!+...then I realized it was only in my mind, and I was actually just a nerd and band geek.
I used to screw people over out of selfishness, then I got a taste of my own medicine.
I used to put up with a lot of CRAP from people that were supposed to love me.
I used to GIVE a lot of crap to people that I was supposed to love.
I used to believe that marrying my high school sweetheart would somehow make the relationship worth more--then I learned that length of time and quality of time were totally different.
I used to dance hula and tahitian.
I used to want blonde hair and light-colored eyes. (I still want the light eyes, but now I have contacts for that.)
First attempt at blogging
While I'm not that old, I'm not THAT young either, and this whole concept of "blogging" is fairly new to me. I knew of blogs on myspace, and happened across other people's blogs when "googling" certain travel topics, but I only recently learned of the true potential that blogs offer.
First of all, it gives me an opportunity to just write. Since leaving college, writing has become less and less a part of my life. Being that I majored in creative writing, I think it behooves me to keep up the practice, in whatever form.
Secondly, as the title implies, it will help me get the millions of thoughts racing through my head out of there. Being a working mom and teacher in a charter school, combined with knowing people that are generally surrounded by craziness, has left me with a lot to think about on a daily basis and no real way to release. So we'll see how it goes.
Finally, right now it will relieve the total and utter cabin fever I am experiencing as a "make-shift nurse". [more on this later]...
So, here we go!
First of all, it gives me an opportunity to just write. Since leaving college, writing has become less and less a part of my life. Being that I majored in creative writing, I think it behooves me to keep up the practice, in whatever form.
Secondly, as the title implies, it will help me get the millions of thoughts racing through my head out of there. Being a working mom and teacher in a charter school, combined with knowing people that are generally surrounded by craziness, has left me with a lot to think about on a daily basis and no real way to release. So we'll see how it goes.
Finally, right now it will relieve the total and utter cabin fever I am experiencing as a "make-shift nurse". [more on this later]...
So, here we go!
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