I’m not at rant point, just a whole bunch of minor annoyances that are snowballing and driving me nuts. I’m already well on my way to that destination without any help, thanks.
My grandson is glued to my hip during my every waking moment at home. I love Little Guy, I just want to go to the bathroom in peace. I did my mommy time already and now it’s my daughter’s turn. Little Guy hasn’t gotten the memo, or maybe he just can’t read it yet. He knows his letters; words are still beyond him. Considering he’s not yet 3 years old, I’m letting that part slide.
He’s into his terrible two’s right now. For any of you who’s been a parent, you know what I mean. He’s at the age where he’s learned to say no, learned to express himself emphatically in physical, verbal and emotional ways, etc. Short of locking him out of my room, which also therefore locks me IN, there’s not much I can do. He doesn’t want to play with his toys when I’m home. He wants to snuggle. I still think it’s partly a security thing; he feels safe with me.
Unfortunately that means precious little time for me to do the things I need to do. Writing is out the window. Kaput.
I have been scanning Craigslist for a couple of things that we haven’t found at yard sales. I want a decent comfortable chair for the living room. We got some nice yard sale scores this weekend without spending a lot, but a comfy chair still hasn’t happened. I’ve scoped out a few possible options that fall into our price range (read: semi-broke). However, therein lies my second pet peeve. I still cannot sit comfortably in my own living room, which would also largely mitigate the issue with Little Guy, since when I can sit there he’s happy to play with his toys. (And now that I have a functional laptop I could actually do stuff from in the living room, ta-dah!)
I want to throttle the frigging mattress pimps. If you’ve ever looked through Craigslist and searched furniture for sale by owner, you’ll know what I mean. At least one of the local mattress hawkers has been turned over to the attorney general. Not only are they hosing up Craigslist, the mattresses they sell as new are just re-covered and infested with bedbugs. Yee-haw. There’s always someone out to make a buck without any regard for little things like legality or ethics. Gotta love it.
Turns out part of the issue with my mouth was allergy, but not all. I’m contending with a bad tooth where there essentially is no tooth. My one and only root canal and crown from a few years back is giving me grief. Supposedly there’s no nerve left. I beg to differ.
And I got my official notice from Target that my info was stolen by the lovely jackasses who hacked their system. I am disgusted with Target, though this obviously extends far, far beyond just them. I didn’t use a credit card with them during the holidays, but did use their card, which in turn is linked to my bank account. And of course the idiot brigade has my name, phone, email address, blah blah blah. Nice.
I’m probably going to have to change my checking account and know I’m going to dump my gmail account. I’d decided to do the latter a while ago. I know I’m not alone in this mess, and since I shop Target it’s not a huge surprise, but that doesn’t make it any less of a pain in the butt. I’m stuck with the phone number for the moment, though if push comes to shove I’ll change that too.
I feel for the people who don’t have fifteen or twenty email addresses at their disposal and can rotate at will. I’ve actually talked with people who have had one – ONE – email address since the advent of the Internet, and it never occurred to them to get another. (I’ve also talked to people who still use AOL dial-up for Internet, but that’s a whole ‘nother issue.) In my situation it’s not only easy for me to change, it’s advantageous for me to do so. I had another very good reason to change it. Bonus points because Google no longer gets to hack my mail and mine it for advertising.
I just have to figure out which name to use and stick with it.