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Notes to things I feel grouchy about

Sandra Tayler's Journal

responsible woman

A cobble by itself is just a small stone, but when many of them lay together they create a path . My life is made up of many discrete parts. I have to find ways to fit them all into place so that I can continue to journey where I desire to go. This journal records some of the cobbles that create my path.

Notes to things I feel grouchy about

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Dear school,
One second grade child does not need four different reading programs each with a log for me to track. Yes I know that minutes-read can count for all four programs, but I still have to write it down four times and make sure that my son turns in four pieces of paper. Seems a bit like overkill, particularly when none of it actually increases the amount of time my son reads.

Dear church,
I understand the valuable social purposes of all the various auxiliaries and activities. We currently have a family member in every single one, which means that we often have weeks when our family routine is disrupted 3-5 times. Please understand that when we skip some of these activities it is for sanity’s sake.

Dear History teacher,
Your humanitarian project, history chapter review, reading assignment, and movie watching assignments are all simultaneous. My daughter has other classes, some of which also have time consuming assignments. I am really tired of her feeling overwhelmed. Can we pick and choose please?

Dear house,
I know you are messy. I’m sorry about that. Someday I will clean you up and make you pretty with paint and decorations. Right now I have neither the time nor creative energy to spare. It would help if you could just perk up a little and stop looking so distressed.

Dear New Gas Range,
I’m not grouchy at you at all. I like you lots and I’m so glad that I have you. Please continue to be wonderful.

Dear book project,
I know I haven’t spent time with you in almost two weeks. I know that you are supposed to be an important priority, but somehow I always do other things first. I’m trying to find my balance again. Hang on.

Dear Son’s Birthday Party,
Yes I know I need to reschedule you. Not this week please? Or next week? Do I really have to? (Yes I know I have to, because you matter to my son and he matters to me. Sigh.)

Dear Social Media,
You are full of things. I may have to ignore you for awhile so I can clear my head.

Dear Daylight Savings Time,
It has been brought to my attention that you will be arriving next week. That timing is not convenient for me. I much prefer being able to get my kids to bed at night after dark has fallen. They complain less that way. Also I don’t want to lose an hour. I’m already behind schedule on just about everything. I need every hour I can get.

Dear Food in My Fridge,
I wish you were different food.

Dear Monday,
I’m about done with you today. When I see you again next week I expect to find that I have re-established a normal schedule, that no one is sick in my family, and that I’ve caught up on all the work which fell behind while I was sick.

Best regards to you all, and please understand that while I’m grouchy I’ll get over it. Small grouchiness is like that.
–Sandra

Mirrored from onecobble.com.

  • The note to your house made me giggle. :) Hope the week smooths out!
  • I'm sorry you had to write this, but it's an absolutely brilliant piece of writing!
    • Thanks. I figure if I'm going to whine, I can at least try to be entertaining about it. It certainly amused me, which made the day better.
  • I often look in my fridge and wish the same thing. It made me smile.
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