Our sentence to finish this week is I get so frustrated when...
Oh, I got lots of those. We'll make our entire 7 Quick Takes into 7 Frustrations just from this week.
I get so frustrated when
...holidays can't just be simple holidays. They have to get blown way out of proportion, to the point that Valentine's Day becomes the Lazy Kid's Halloween. Just as much candy, but without the hassle of walking around the neighborhood and actually thanking the people handing out the candy.
...businesses use texting lingo in their marketing.
Dear business, let me put it in a way you will understand.
yr cYn leadz me 2 beleev ur itha laZ or 13. itha wa, Ill nvr let u tak fotos of my kin.
...businesses try to make us think we should be doing something that is in fact ridiculous. (see above sign) People are just recovering from the torture that is the Family Christmas Photo. Who do these people think they are, making us think that we aren't fulfilling some tradition by slacking of in the Valentine's Day photo?
...we get all the way to soccer practice before we remember the phone call yesterday telling us that today's soccer practice was canceled.
...the children leave for school, and then I have to go turn off every. single. light. in. the. house. Why, oh why, aren't children born with an innate reflex to conserve energy?
...children don't use the appropriate "Mom!" yell. There is the "This is an emergency" scream and there is a "Look how cool this is" holler. It doesn't make me happy when I am getting dressed in the morning and I hear one of the little boys screaming for me like it is a matter of life and death from five rooms away, and as the "MOM!!!" screams continue, I trip over my half-pulled up pants on my way to see who is so gravely injured, but when I get to the child, there is no injury. The moment Turken lays eyes on me, he holds up his cereal and says, "Look, two Cheerios are stuck together!"
...I find that I have hurt myself pretty badly but have no recollection of when or how I did it. When my grandpa was alive, I used to be astounded when I would find him with his finger half shaved off, blood all over his hand, and he had no idea how it happened. People, I have become my grandpa. I got in the van yesterday, and when I put my hands on the steering wheel, I saw this:
except worse. I had to clean up some of the blood before I could get my phone out of my purse to take a photo. I took a chunk out of my thumb and have absolutely no idea how. Or when.
Was that seven already? Huh. I feel like I just got started. I wonder if Jen could change this to 15 quick takes. This has been quite cathartic.
A bit about Valentine's Day:
You'll recall the day I slaughtered my husband and told you about the bathroom scale birthday gift. Hubby has been known to really mess up with the gift-giving.
As I was making dinner last night, Cuckoo came running into the kitchen to tell me Daddy was home and he brought something. I was a touch worried and asked Cuckoo, "Did he bring flowers?" I needed to prepare myself in case he did spend a fortune on flowers. I needed to get rid of the horrified "you don't know me at all" face.
Well, he did buy roses.
Men, if you are going to buy roses for your Valentine, make sure they are made of sugar and are adorning the most delicious chocolate fudge cake you can find.
The man has learned.
Have a lovely day!