The Pleasure Of Whining

After three weekends in a row, on my own with my entire four and two legs gang, I am officially done. Next weekend the travelling husband will eventually be home, and while he is planning to drag me,(as his partner), to a target shooting competition, I am planning to ditch him along with his daughters. Anyway, I don’t think it is one of that tournament he takes in the high consideration; otherwise, he wouldn’t have chosen me as a partner, considering my average of shot and hit clays.Bad enough my plan of an entire weekend family free has been already ruined by daughter number two gymnastic show; at least I would like to try to save the Sunday off .As far away as possible from my holy loving family.

Last few weeks have been dominated by a rampage of social engagements, not mine of course. I spent most of my time buying presents, wrapping them and driving from a party to another, when not hosting. Apparently, between September and October, there must be a dramatic decrease in the quality of the tv shows with the consequence that people take on a different kind of entertaining activities resulting in a boom of summer babies. All these summer babies then, once in scholar age, will have a birthday parties and here you are in the hottest days of the summer finding yourself nourishing your kids’ social life instead of sunbathing in your back garden or napping. The only exception it will come when it is the turn of your summer baby to have his/her birthday party.That day you can bet a million dollars that the weather will be crap and instead of taking advantage of your garden and the newly bought gazebo, you will have a dozen squicking kids running around your house and leaving sticky prints on every possible surface.
I suppose it is by now no secret anymore that I am among the guilty ones of not having watched enough autumn tv and so one of my daughters is a summer baby too.

This morning, after the alarm clock went off, I killed it with a malevolent pleasure. I dragged myself in the bathroom and then downstairs in the kitchen, skillfully trying to not trip on the dogs that have not left my side since they woke up. Not because of an excess of love for my persona,but because they know that with my coffee also comes their breakfast.
When you get up, and your first thought is “Damn, It is only Tuesday”, it is not a good sign. A sign not perceived by the foster dog who despite all the effort and the training is still not very good on recall. The poor pet just got used to being called by a name, I suppose I can’t ask too much, but I can certainly ask for her not to make me run for 1 km in the shallow water to get her back after she happily took her time wandering around sniffing and chasing seagulls. I am apparently not a great trainer, mainly if compared to big ears german who, instead, successfully and quickly taught her how to snitch food from the counter and the table. Unfortunately, the training has not been completed yet. She still hasn’t learned not to get emotional when told off. If he can snitch and eat a tray with six burgers and a box with four croissants without being sick and without feeling bad about it even after been given out,she instead still pees when addressed with a loud tone. If by chance you are wondering:no,she doesn’t pee on random spots of the house.She pees on my white kitchen rug whose days are counted. No more white after this for sure.

Once back home from the beach, after I mopped the emotional pee of the day and diligently performed my housework, I decided to do some yoga. My writing and reading are behind big time but in a morning like today, yoga seemed the best move. Ideally a good idea indeed, practically a big failure. Clara started to have a dementia attack involving twenty minutes barking at the staircase while the other two, who was finally sleeping on a sunny spot outside in the garden, woke up and after crying randomly along the whole perimeter of the garden engaged themselves in a race from one end of the house to another. They run me over twice and, when in the end Kurt landed with his butt on my head, I declared my yoga time finished as much as their play time. Big screaming mama in action. I unleashed my most evil voice and my most scary threatens because notoriously dogs respond well to verbal threats.Tears of built-up tiredness started to descend on my red by anger and defeated cheeks. The dogs are petrified, they flipped their tails in between their legs and lay quietly on their beds. Mama fairy is unrecognisable and had to admit to being overwhelmed by her own reaction. She is annoyed by her own screaming but as they say: when it is enough it is enough!
Of course when a sleeping force of nature is released you cannot stop it that quickly and so, after this extreme split of personality,(dogs are probably still wondering if I’ll ever go back to their soft mama ), I kept going and did something entirely unprecedented: I whined on the phone with my mom. I complained and complained and complained all over again about how much exhausted I felt,physically and mentally.By the end of the phone call, my mother’s satisfaction was impossible to hide. I made her day! Now, don’t get the wrong idea, she is not a monster taking pleasure from her daughter misery, on the contrary. All her joy was in the fact that I admitted it. I eventually agreed there was something wrong with me. For the first time in 44 years, I said loud and clear that I was not that well and her suspects that I cannot always be in good mood and good health had finally been proved right. She gave birth to a human who can have sad days of hell too.

I must confess that after all that whining I felt much better, lighter and calmer. Being the one who rants rather than always the one who listens to the rant is not that bad……every once in a while.

95 thoughts on “The Pleasure Of Whining”

  1. I know how overwhelming things can be sometimes. I know your frustration with the furbabies all too well! I want to drop kick mine out the backdoor…but I don’t. They do drive me bonkers sometimes, though! You need a good relaxing vacation, all alone with your writing and reading and whatever else you want to do! โค

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      1. I never developed the power of whining. Or more accurately, the people around me never developed a tolerance for my whining. ๐Ÿ˜€ You must teach me your skill of not being miserable for too long.

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      2. Lol.you are like me then chin up and smile no matter what that is good until it is too much.
        No secret I have I just get bored Of feeling miserable very quickly ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธenjoy your Sunday my dear friend,have a rant if you please but then donโ€™t forget to smile at life…..it always worth itโค๏ธ

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  2. A good whine is no crime.
    Unlike too much wine.
    Thanks for the reminder,
    Ortensia … I never know if
    my dog ๐Ÿ• loves me, or the
    the food she gets for free.

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  3. My deep sympathy composure cracked a little then a little more and then I was giggling through my fingers. But, when Kurt butt dunked you it suddenly dawned on me what a jerk I am because I laughed my arse off. Your rich humor comes through even when you are considering a serious animal parenting violation. I do hope you get some peace and quiet and avoid any situations in life that could lead to further summer birthdays. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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    1. Lol,thank you darling but my rule in life is that once your kids can fasten their seatbelts on their own,looking for more Summer birthday is a threaten to mental sanity and I spent too much already to keep mine๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฉ

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      1. LoL! You are indeed wise beyond my imagination Ortensia. I know a few close family members who have still not figured out the link between summer birthdays and oneโ€™s sanity, peace, and, slumber. So it is that my three grand children require extracagant birthday larties between May and July.

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      2. ๐Ÿ˜ฑfirst of all Iโ€™m shocked you have grandchildren….either u started very early or your kids ,or you discovered the secret of termale youth (in this case you can mail me privately ๐Ÿ˜Ž)second of all May and July are far too close for one wallet.In my case there is seven months apart but now I wonder if it is a coincidence or it is all on my husband being a man of numbers ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿคฃ

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      3. Oh the secrets I could tell. It seems though I thought I started late with children, I actually started early enough for my children to start early enough to make me a grandpa before I was old enough to plan for grandchildren. It all happened so quickly. I had no idea how expensive spoiling three grandkids could be. And of course there is the October, 2 in December, and one in January that prepares me for the summer fun. I do get my fair share of the cake and ice cream which is always good. ๐Ÿ˜

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      4. And nothing is better then been spoiled by the grandparents ๐Ÿ˜€my two will have over two weeks of beach ,countryside and ice cream soon and the best thing is….they will be there on their own,that means a big spoil for me and the traveling husband too๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿป

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      5. Yes, this is a cause for celebration. Everybody is a winner. Thatโ€™s just enough joyous energy to get the old world to rotate another year then rinse and repeat.

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      6. If you ever do fly over the dogs, you gotta get a happy snap with your phone and post it. I used to have a rooster that was a bit too feisty and I had to trick him. I threw feed into the yard and he ran off to investigate and I slipped in without getting tripped into the fertilizer he left all over the place. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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      7. But when moved to Ireland we flew over our dog but I have no pics๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธthe same dog that when he died we buried in our garden and that I couldnโ€™t leave with strangers when we moved house and so my husband had to dig him up and reburied what was left in the new house garden๐Ÿ˜Š

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  4. Yes, one gains new perspective when a big dog lands on your head. I feel your pain, I truly do. I think that instead of hoping for a day off you should declare it so! Sundays are Mama’s days off from now on! They get to be in charge of all the things you usually do…at least for one Sunday and I think they will appreciate you more. You may think the dogs are too terrified to misbehave, but I assure you, this is not the case. The white rug is a lost cause, just like my oriental rugs. Thank goodness they didn’t cost the earth!

    It could have been worse, however. Walter was a stress-urinator, too. When Wendy would come to clean she would lean over to vacuum the poor couch and Walter would try to jump on her. One day she yelled at him. Then she yelled for me. “He peed on my head!!!” I would like to tell you that she was the only one he christened that way, but I would be lying. ;P

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    1. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚
      Iโ€™m sorry for poor Wendy but that is so funny.Thank fully here they baptize only the ground๐Ÿคฃ
      If only they wouldnโ€™t be so cute it would be easier to stay cross…..with the kids and the husband is much easier๐Ÿ˜œhave a fantastic day my friend……..pee free๐Ÿคฉ

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      1. Oh noooo! The ones that I donโ€™t like…! (I am gifted at this… I can find a reason to complain endlessly… ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚)

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    1. Just one week left of school and activities and then hopefully some downtime ๐Ÿ˜€plus girls will go to Italy for two weeks and then I ll have time for my proper writing and bath full of bubbles๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿคฉ

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    1. Nop,when I see on line all these videos with women doing yoga either with their babies or their dogs I always think that either I am a total failure or they are total fake….I ve never been able to do neither one nor the other๐Ÿคฃ
      Have a great day dear Lisa๐Ÿ˜

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  5. I’m sorry and feel for you but that is so funny. Let’s look at it on the bright side -at least you were not doing naked yoga! That would have been awkward, isn’t it? Nice reading you as always, Ortensia.

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  6. tray with six burgers and a box with four croissants without feeling bad ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ – still not so much for the big dogs ๐Ÿ™‚ my own would eat it all ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜Œ …ah and shouldnโ€™t we be happy they did only pee & nothing else?

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    1. You are right letโ€™s look at the bright side…..just pee but if can I would like t remember you we already went through a diarrhea spree few weeks ago๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฎ

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