begging pardon

I don't like to make excuses but holy blah. This week is kicking my ass. I don't know if it's a little fibro flare or the beginnings of the illness we picked up when we were away with old friends last weekend (which was totally worth the completely expected illness (5 kids under 4 years!), believe me), but I am physically down and out.

Emotionally what's got me down is tonight's Wes and Bri Ruling that declared Beck a bit too sick to send to Wes' work daycare tomorrow, for what was supposed to be my day off. I missed my birthday day off because they couldn't fit Beck in. This one is nixed by illness. I am supposed to have one on the 20th. Right now I am feeling rather fatalistic about that one.

And yes, WES, I should disclose that he took the kid in last week for a day so I have had ONE day off this summer. Plus, you know, a conference, which is not exactly like a day off since I woke up early every day, barely drank and didn't make a new best friend. But yes. I had my one day. I used it to write that depressing blog post about how no one loved me at BlogHer. What a winner I am.

Anyway, I still insist that my BlogHer rehash/obsess week will hereby end by… let's say, Saturday now. Plus, some of my topics have now been covered by other bloggers so I think at this point it's just one more big post. So if you've run away because the self-pity and angst is too much for you, do stop by again next week. When I anticipate… no days off and a bad attitude. You know… like old times.

But hopefully a post or two of some merit. Calliope says I need to focus on what pisses me off because those are my gems. She says that I should write as though I am always addressing, say, someone who bugs the shit out of me. I am really not sure what it says about me that I do my best writing when annoyed.

And just to begin my focus on Things That Piss Me Off: I have tried to post brief, pissed off posts from my lovely new iPhone but the Typepad app is completely useless and won't work. I might be able to do it through the iPhone's Safari but each time it fails in the app I get mad and kick the iPhone across the room and by the time I think to try it again, the post is no longer pertinent.

OK, OK. I am kidding. Don't call iPhone Protective Services or anything. I would never kick my darling iPhone. I put her in Time Out and discuss Logical Consquences.