tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post964684289670998266..comments2022-11-03T06:37:24.503-07:00Comments on Mother is NOT Pleased: I Am Really Not a People PersonAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14444101192730200715noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-84446114033913423522012-09-09T15:54:33.925-07:002012-09-09T15:54:33.925-07:00other than the size thing (my stress does just the...other than the size thing (my stress does just the opposite, food soothes my frazzled spirit so I'm on the plump side of beotch)I feel very much the same as you. Since retiring I spend more and more time in house, some days I don't go out at all except to be with my dog Winifred the Cardigan Welsh Corgi.You are NOT crazy and I so enjoy your FB posts and pictures. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08713612310745647272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-55564296841823495072012-09-09T06:49:57.136-07:002012-09-09T06:49:57.136-07:00Have you thought of showing your husband this post...Have you thought of showing your husband this post? Would it help him to understand, or at least encourage him to attempt to dissuade they boys from constantly asking for attention? I, also, am rather 'solitary'. I have lived too long to feel the need to explain (which seems always to end up defending) my actions. I actually enjoy debate, even arguing, when it's done in the spirit of jest. Open conflict, involving power plays, I avoid, or dispense with quickly. As for 'crazy'...sanity is for underachievers & other such boring people.petoskystonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01633621111274495078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-8096459398645523102012-09-09T00:10:44.138-07:002012-09-09T00:10:44.138-07:00having a hurting heart is not being heartless.
I ...having a hurting heart is not being heartless.<br /><br />I know far too well the stress = seriously bad effects, but I'll spare you the antisocial details, suffice to say I have much empathy. As a mum of seven ranging from 26 - 5, two with high functioning autism, and a husband who is on split shifts so gone for 14 hours a day, I also feel the constant demands cycle. If you can't afford to go somewhere then my suggestion is get out of the house for an hour each day, and have Stop signals displayed when you need to concentrate on your work. Tell your husband this time is the "kids ask him" time, and he is to make sure HE stops the children before they bother you with what you are doing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-19797706171294098762012-09-08T22:45:30.322-07:002012-09-08T22:45:30.322-07:00You are not crazy and you are not a bitch, at leas...You are not crazy and you are not a bitch, at least toward me. You are not alone in your frustration. I am not going to pontificate here, but I will say that your posts are damned funny and much needed! For Instance, while walking through a parking lot, one of your posters popped into my head. That is all she wrote! I go from giggles to laughing so much that my face hurts! People stare. And I don't care. Then, when I think of the people staring, I laugh even more! You serve a tremendous role, believe it or not. I only have one more thing to say, then I will stop with the gushy stuff: LOCK THE DAMNED BATHROOM DOOR! Do not answer anyone who knocks, yells, talks, complains, etc... until you are good and damned well ready to do so. It might take a minute, but if you are consistent and show that you mean it, they will stop. Hubby needs to step up and support your alone time, at least in front of the kids. He will see how much benefit you receive from YOUR time. That's all. Please, continue to Be a Blessing and you shall ever Blessed Be!! <br />Mary MagdalenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com