The Fretful Mother's Blog

So I’ve been invited to join a bunco group. I’ve always said I wouldn’t do such things, but I’m getting pretty desperate for things to do outside of the home. First I should explain that I don’t really know what bunco is. All I know is that women get together to play it. I’ve asked around to get more of a sense of what goes on, but this seems to be a top-secret enterprise. (more…)

The most common complaint you’ll hear from a woman about toilet seats is that men do not return them to their proper horizontal position. I can definitely see their point there; however, there are sometimes more pressing issues with the toilet seat. I have encountered two of them today. (more…)

I’m leaving for DC tomorrow morning and have yet to begin packing. I know in my head what I want to pack, but I can’t bring myself to actually do it. I think it forces me to actually acknowledge that I’m going on an airplane. And airplanes are bad news for me. (more…)

I read somewhere that electrical currents seem louder to females, so I guess this confirms my status as a woman (though some may beg to differ). That incessant sound is all I hear. The TV and satellite receiver are the worst. Usually I unplug something if it really bothers me, but the cords for the TV and receiver are behind an armoire. As I am not a man (as previously noted), I cannot easily move the furniture and muzzle the sound. (more…)

Once again I became too relaxed. I decided to treat myself to a manicure/pedicure today. I brought my book and settled in to the massage chair while I soaked my feet in the super-hot water I so love. It was busy at the nail salon so I had extra time to myself before someone attended to me. After about 15 minutes, I smelled something burning. (more…)

I hated bedtime as a child. I would avoid it as long as I could. I was never tired at 8:30. Of course, now I would love it if I could go to bed at 8:30. I’d say “so long, suckas!” to the kids and head off to dream land. It would be bliss. (more…)

I was summoned to court today after receiving two tickets less than 24 hours apart at the end of January. The second ticket was for not producing a valid insurance card. The officer explained that I simply needed to appear in court and show my card. Upon arriving at court, I began to have my doubts. (more…)

The fear of itching is called Acarophobia, and I think I developed it yesterday. I could not stop scratching my right hand. No matter how hard I did it, it kept on itching. I scratched it so hard that it started bleeding. It now looks like I’ve been attacked by a mountain lion (or a cheetah). (more…)

Just transpose two letters and it makes “gaols” (the Brits’ term for jails). And that’s exactly what goals are: things that hold you back. You might think they are good for accomplishing stuff, but it turns out they are just the opposite. (more…)

Ooh la la, you may say, but I say pooh la la. The French are evil, evil people. I’ve known this for quite some time, but was reminded of it again today when I visited a French bakery. I thought I could contain myself to an omelette, but the case of pastries and other baked goods sat there beckoning to me. (more…)