Sometimes I wonder if all bloggers are mothers who have impecably clean children with perfect manners, flawless husbands, spotless/organized homes, the best crafts and DIY projects, and gourmet meals every night (you know, like a 20th century Pleasantville). Have you ever wondered this when you see someone's blog??
Well if you have, I'm here to say that I will blow this stereotype out of the water tonight!!
I was so proud of myself for keeping my cool this afternoon. It's quite enough to be called, "Hey you, INTERN" on a regular basis. I've spent a quarter of a million dollars (don't even get me started on that one) to be belittled like I've never been before for the last few months. And it's really hard to follow 'protocols' that are enforced 37% of the time at best. But I digress. What put me over the edge was having to listen to almost 6 hours of non stop bickering about everything and everyone. I refuse to jump on the "Men are so stupid. I hate men!" bandwagon. It just does not serve anyone any good! We all have flaws. News flash: I actually like my husband, and I think he's pretty awesome. Hence, I married him. What's more, I'm pretty sure that if you treat people with respect and build them UP when they succeed they will learn faster and be happier (thus making you more successful). It's kind of a win-win... and a no-brainer, I always thought. I guess not everyone shares my sentiment. Apparently it's much more fun to rip on everyone and then speak ill behind their backs.
Lastly, I'm sure Saint Paul had their hands full tonight... but really??? HOW HARD IS IT TO CALL A PLOW TRUCK?? Good grief. The roads were by far the worst I'd ever seen. And that was at 5pm, so it had been around 8 hours since it had stopped snowing. I absolutely would not have made it home in our Honda; thank goodness for the jeep and 4 wheel drive! At one point I heard the radio announcer talking about a TWO MILE stretch of road that was taking an estimated ONE HOUR to get through. And that was just highlighting the worst bit of it.
Sitting upstairs on my computer by myself is just the perfect end to an already crummy day. Baby was asleep by the time I got home (so I didn't get to see her at all today) and the hubby is mad that I got home so late. *Sigh*. I'm half tempted to jump back in the jeep... wait, no I'm not. I think I'll find a good book and turn on the electric blanket and snuggle in for the night. Forget the 4 laundry baskets of clothes that will most likely never get put away... and the dinner that is sitting on the stove untouched... and the dirty dishes all over... and the movies I haven't returned yet... (I'm just gonna stop here).
Yours truly,
from here in 'Not-So-Pleasant-Pleasantville'.
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