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Rant Number 3, I believe this would be....

Monday, October 24, 2005


Trying to Scream but it Just Comes out as a Yawn,yeah...

It started off with my 4 year old getting up at 5:30 a.m. and Mr.C. not sending him back to bed. Needless to say it set the tone for a very cranky child. Later in the morning, we packed into the car to go to Walmart to get some hurricane supplies, because we might be getting a visit from Wilma. The tracks are showing her staying off the eastern provinces but who knows...it has intensified back into a Cat 3. The God Damned Canadian Hurricane Centre is good for nothing, and so I am relying on the National Hurricane Centre for updates....they are amazing. I am annoyed at our forecasters, some of whom I know personally, which is really frightening because I know just how inept they actually are.

While in the WalMart, I proceded to drop an entire carton of eggs on the floor, look around to see if anyone saw, and then left them there, and picked up one of every non-perishable food there was on the shelves as if Armageddon were tomorrow. We return to the parking lot to find one of these sandwiched a few centimetres from the drivers side of my car:



The driver looked something like the bitty above. I couldn't get the car seat into the car so I had to crawl across the backseat and then climb into the front seat. The old bat just looked at me and then didn't she almost run me off the road a little later...God damn seniors shouldn't be driving... Decided to go to the library and got stuck in a ten second torrential downpour as I was carting both children into the place. Soaking wet. Cranky. Chatty mothers with their brats. Ughhhh.

Once we're home, I am hopeful for a bit of relaxation; I had bought my 4 year old a new DVD at WalMart and thought that would give me a bit of a break to feed the baby and get a bit of tidying done, and maybe put some kind of thought into dinner. The DVD skipped. MooOOoom, it's skipping. I have written a Geography Textbook, can make computerzied maps, operate many types of software, completed a PhD, but I still can not operate the God Damned DVD player. Mr. C. calls; baby is screaming, preschooler freaking out. Is this a bad time? I sense the regret that he has called only to find out that chaos is reigning and I am out of my mind. I think I hung up on him.

We switch to VHS. Pop in a video. Can't get that to work either. I wish Dad were here. No words annoy me more. Hmmm me too. I mutter. Babe is fussing; spitting up for the gazillionth time, 4 year old crying...Mr. C. finally gets home. 4 year old gets a can of the Armageddon/Chef Boyardee spaghetti from a can. This spaghetti doesn't taste good. Me: I know. Eat it anyway. Mr. C. and I order donairs. I'll be up with nightmares or worse all night....

Did I mention I have PMS (sorry guys)...
With this kind of luck, you may not be hearing from me for days if our power goes out tomorrow.


  1. Blogger Marel Lecone said:

    Omigosh! Me too today! Except I skipped the library--thank God!! I hate that place with my nut kids in tow. You might identify with my previous post about our stupid dvd/vcr broken crap too. Take care. And, I hope Wilma passes you by . . . have a restful and uneventful evening, if at all possible. :)

  1. Blogger Dr. Deborah Serani said:

    OMG I am LOL!!!Okay, I 've pulled myself together now. I've had days like this too.

    We aren't sure what will come from Wilma, but following the weather experts too. My hubby always wishes he could be as wrong as they are and still keep his job!

    ~Deb

  1. Blogger zona boy said:

    serenity now.

    serenity now.

    I sent the kids home on Sunday and drove off to play golf. Got a call while on the 16th fairway that they were home.

    I'm free, I'M free, I'M FREE.


    I LOVE your pic!!

  1. Blogger momyblogR said:

    Dang woman! I was reading your post and wanting to slit my own wrists. With a day like that I think I might just would have had to hit the bottle BEFORE Mr. C. got home.

    Breathe deep!

    :):)

  1. Blogger mosta said:

    sounds like a blast to be a parent!

  1. Blogger Michelle said:

    Oh dear, i sympathise big time. It's not only old women who park that close either, i had a a guy in a tray truck do it to me. I left him a nasty note on his windscreen!

    Fortunately everyday is not like your experiencing today, in a week you'll look back and giggle!
    Pamper yourself tonight :o)

  1. Blogger Heidi said:

    {{{{{{{Cathy}}}}}}}oyevey.is.
    all.i.can.say.

    Were.getting.rain.and.heavy winds.in.Mtl.

    I.hope.it.won't.as.bad.
    Stay.safe.

    I.hope.u.have.a.better
    day.today.

  1. Blogger Cathy said:

    Marel;
    Oh I so know; I posted over on your site that we are having similar days...
    Dr. Deb;
    Have a great day and I hope your weather isn't too bad, either.
    Zona Boy;
    Thank you for that; yes, serenity now...
    Momyblogr;
    Actually, the thought didn't occur to me at the time. Good thing it didn't.
    Mosta;
    It has it's moments. Both good and bad. Good outnumbers the bad. Dwell on the bad too much.
    Michelle;
    Couldn't pamper myself becuase I was too concerned about watching the hurricane tracking towards us. Maybe today:)
    Heidi;
    oy vey is right. Thank you my french canadian sista.

  1. Anonymous Anonymous said:

    best regards, nice info »

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