Suck it, yo*September 14th, 2007 @ 7:01 am
You know how some mornings you wake up and you look over at your sleeping husband and you hope he isn’t awake because you’re pretty sure you might scream if you have to hear his voice? And then you see your baby asleep in his crib and you say a quick prayer to the Baby Jesus that he’ll stay sleeping just a little longer so you don’t have to get him breakfast and fight with him over throwing his sippy cup of milk down on the carpet one.more.damn.time.
I’m so over my carpet smelling like spoiled milk.
Can’t a lady just blow dry her hair in peace, and maybe even put make-up on without having to pause to pick the sippy cut up off the floor?
Then you hurry and get ready for the day and you cut your fresh peaches for your breakfast (that you’ll be enjoying at your desk at work), grab your bag, your purse and sneak out before anyone has time to put any demands on you.
Yep, this is my day.
The only good thing was the ABBA I listened to on my walk into the office.
The phone call I got from The King as soon as I got settled into my desk didn’t help. Nor did the e-mail he sent me once he got to work. And let’s not mention the fact that Babboo has two doctor’s appointments later this afternoon. Which means I have to leave work early and walk like 18 miles to get him to the doctor’s office.
In heels.
While pushing a stroller, uphill.
(I’m not kidding. Seattle is actually quite hilly.)
I’m not sure what made me get into this little mood. I think it started last night when I fell asleep on the couch while trying to catch the season premier of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. I hate falling asleep on the couch and then having to wake up and move into the bedroom later.
Or maybe it was trying to facilitate hooking up with my friend who was in the city for a few hours last night.
Or maybe it was trying to still catch up from our vacation five days after our plane landed.
It’s too bad I can’t just shut my office door and hang a sign up that says:
It’s too bad I don’t have an office. Or, more importantly, a door. Maybe I could fashion one for my cubicle out of all my extra sweaters and jackets and maybe this umbrella that I keep forgetting to take home.
Oh, and I also forgot to pack a lunch today. And I don’t have time to leave to to out get lunch. Nor do I have any money.
We broke, yo.
And now I must close. For I have about 10 hours of work to do in about 5 hours.
Think I can manage without completely losing it and telling one or more coworkers that they can suck it?
Step up and place your bets.
*I feel like I’ve used the phrase “suck it” quite a bit in my post titles. Does that mean something?
I Rock
Operation Pink Herring
said,
September 14, 2007 at 4:45 pm
Something must be going around. This has been a BAD week. And to top it off, I MISSED THE PREMIER OF ITS ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA?!?
HollowSquirrel
said,
September 14, 2007 at 5:15 pm
Oh sweetie. I think I’ll print out your sign, cross out your name & put in mine. I hear ya.
Hoping your coworkers leave you alone!!!!
Kiraa
said,
September 14, 2007 at 5:29 pm
My coworker actually posted a sign very similar to that only it said “I can’t deal right now; don’t knock unless you’re bleeding”.
She’s nuts though.
anna
said,
September 14, 2007 at 5:41 pm
Sounds terrible, like you need some time to yourself. There are days, that if it were feasible, I would pack up the husband and kids and send them to visit his parents for a few days. Then maybe I could work on some projects. The project would probably turn into “how much junk food could I eat while watching cheesy movies”.
Good luck at the doctor. Seems like all that walking should give you shapely legs. And… at least it’s Friday.
Procrastamom
said,
September 14, 2007 at 5:42 pm
I love your mad paint skillz and must admit that when you mentioned praying to the Baby Jesus my mind instantly went to Taladega Nights and Will Ferrell (sweet 8 pound, six ounce Little Baby Jesus!). I don’t know if you remember WKRP in Cincinnatti, but Les Nessman had a great cure for barring people from his “office” (which was really a desk in the middle of the room). He just put masking tape on the floor where the walls and doors would have been. That’s what I do when I’m cranky at work and I don’t want anyone to come into my cubicle. I put masking tape on the floor in the doorway and make people knock. My coworkers don’t whisper behind my back about me at all
V.
Emily
said,
September 14, 2007 at 5:46 pm
You crack me up when you’re in these moods. Not that I’m hapy you’re in a bad mood but because you are usually so chipper, it’s just funny to see the other, cynical side.
I haaaate falling asleep on the couch and then having to move to the bed. Makes me very grumpy.
You should go see my new fancy masthead, by the way.
Audrey
said,
September 14, 2007 at 5:51 pm
I think it just means that “suck it” is the perfect phrase for when you’re feeling like this. And also, that it is hilarious to say/write.
Nic
said,
September 14, 2007 at 6:15 pm
What did one eye say to the other eye?
Just between you and me, something smells.
Abbie
said,
September 14, 2007 at 6:15 pm
Paw baby, c’mon lemme give you a hug- over tea so we can share some stories…waitaminute! did I read you are walking 18 miles in heels up hills. No wonder you need to use words like “suck it”!
Anna
said,
September 14, 2007 at 6:18 pm
Ditto Pink Herring. I think it’s going around.
It’s little consolation, but at least it isn’t a Monday. That would require a whole new “suck it” language.
Perhaps we should start a club and use SUCK IT as our motto. I’ll chip in for the hats.
Marriage-101
said,
September 14, 2007 at 6:19 pm
Oh Lordy..I have days like those, except not…because I don’t have a baby, but I do have a very large dog who weighs 85lbs and can very much be like a baby, but without the sippy cup. Does that count? No? Ok then. Oh and I missed the season premiere! We were meaning to watch that.
Christar
said,
September 14, 2007 at 6:20 pm
Oh I totally know those days!!!! Coming to work I just get so upset when people try to converse with me. ‘I hate my job and don’t want to be here and don’t like you people, so please leave me alone!’
I totally know what you mean about falling asleep on the couch. I HATE it! I probably wouldn’t hate it so bad if someone in the house was nice enough to wake you up and help you to bed. You know, like they used to… but not anymore. They’d leave you there all night and be just content with it.
TGIF!!!!
Hilary
said,
September 14, 2007 at 6:33 pm
I feel like I’m on one of those super fast trains that won’t stop and I just need it to stop for a minute so I can breathe (to take a line from George from Grey’s). And my nerves are shot to hell.
And the stress of the holidays isn’t even upon us yet. Crap. What am I going to do then. I can’t really tell people to suck it b/c that wouldn’t be very Christmasy now would it? I need November to be a slow, chilled out month b/c so far September and October are shot and I know December will be, too.
So yeah, I feel you Isabel.
Molly
said,
September 14, 2007 at 7:00 pm
I bet you could make some good money from printing and selling that awesome sign. You could swap out the Isabel and customize to fit the name-ish needs of the individual.
Maybe.
I really hope your day gets better, or that at least you have a good weekend after such a crazy day.
bananas
said,
September 14, 2007 at 7:10 pm
somebody needs a cocktail (or two… or three…)!!
Dirka
said,
September 14, 2007 at 7:20 pm
So, what did you think about ITS ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA? At least the parts that you didn’t miss? I missed the entire thing.
Rachel
said,
September 14, 2007 at 7:26 pm
It has been one of those weeks for me too.
When putting your child in her carseat and she bucks and screams because she doesn’t want to be in there, makes you want to scream (very seriously), you’ve had a bad week.
Wanna have a drink?
alyndabear
said,
September 14, 2007 at 10:17 pm
Bugger being nice.. I say you make it your mission to use the phrase “suck it” in every conversation you have today. Be creative Isabel, I know you can do it!
janet
said,
September 15, 2007 at 12:30 am
you know how amalah has that picture of herself at her desk flipping off the camera? I think you need to treat your little “letter to the world” like that photo. Store it away in a safe place, and bring it out every once in awhile when you want yell and scream.
Hope you can recover this weekend!
Frema
said,
September 15, 2007 at 1:21 pm
I hear you, woman. I hear you.
Nap Queen
said,
September 15, 2007 at 6:28 pm
Maybe you should just pull an Office Space and not come in? Maybe you’ll get a promotion?? Sorry you so broke. We po’ too.
Ashlie
said,
September 16, 2007 at 10:57 pm
Oy! Why is life always like that after coming back from a vacation. As a flight attendant my life is a little bit like that EACH week coming home from work. Thats why I just can’t stomach have a baby with the current chaos.
Sorry everything sucks. I don’t feel to bad for you though, being married to a model and all
metalia
said,
September 17, 2007 at 3:07 am
The phrase “suck it” can never be overused, do you hear me? NEVER. (Sorry about the suckage; hope tomorrow is better, and if not, that “Dancing Queen” and “Fernando” will figure prominently in your day.;))
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September 18, 2007 at 6:15 pm
[...] I love your mad paint skillz and must admit that when you mentioned praying to the Baby Jesus my mind instantly went to Taladega Nights and Will Ferrell (sweet 8 pound, six ounce Little Baby Jesus!). I don’t know if you remember WKRP in Cincinnatti, but Les Nessman had a great cure for barring people from his “office” (which was really a desk in the middle of the room). He just put masking tape on the floor where the walls and doors would have been. That’s what I do when I’m cranky at work and I don’t want anyone to come into my cubicle. I put masking tape on the floor in the doorway and make people knock. My coworkers don’t whisper behind my back about me at all [...]