Caution: Cranky Blogger Seeking Ignorance

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I received a call from Joe’s teacher. “Joe is showing some unusual behavior.” She said. Unsure what she meant, I started visualizing different things. Turns out none of my visions were accurate. She was simply concerned he didn’t feel well. I made an appointment with his pediatrician. Come to find out, the kid was battling strep. The next morning, while taking Charlie to the dentist, I talked to myself about whether or not to take Charlie to the pediatrician.

The dialogue went something like this: “I should take Charlie to the doctor. He probably has strep. Dang blast it. I have that perfect part-time job #2 I have to tackle. Joe’s home from school. If I find out Charlie has strep, he’ll be home from school, too. How am I going to work two jobs with two kids at home? Did I leave the iron on? Wait. I don’t iron. Is there ice cream in the freezer at home?”

Actually, the dialogue better resembled Cameron, from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. “He probably has strep. He probably has strep. I’ll go. I’ll go. I’ll go.” Like Cameron, if I had not been driving during this conversation with myself, I would have gotten out of the car and jumped up and down in frustration.

Playing the role of a good and responsible mother, I grumbled while taking took Charlie to the pediatrician to make sure he was healthy. Unfortunately, I left the pediatrician with the news that Charlie, like his brother Joe, was battling strep. Frickin’, frackin . . .

Like me, neither Joe nor Daddy are amused.

Great. Two sick boys at home. Two jobs to tackle. And, Mother Nature is knocking at my door. Those are not the sort of ingredients that make up a June Cleaver kind of day. Instead, those are the ingredients for a Rosanne Connor kind of day.

As I mope, I am well aware of the struggles other people are facing. I moan and groan, in the comfort of my home, while other families are searching through rubble to locate what was lost during the outbreak of tornadoes. Many people are still missing, lives were lost and the tornado that hit Joplin, MO is on record as the deadliest tornado in US history.

No, I did not lose my house this week, nor did I lose anyone in my family. For those facts, I am thankful. But you know what? I am still cranky. As I battle my self-serving crankiness, I cannot help but feel guilty for my crankiness. (The fact that I feel guilty means that I’m not all bad right?)

Truth is – death and devastation take place somewhere in the world each and every day, through violent crimes, war, natural disasters, disease, etc. Add social media to the mix, and tales of tragedy can spread like English ivy.

You’ve heard the phrase ‘Ignorance is bliss’, right? Well today, I decided to grab hold of that ignorance and enjoy a bit of bliss. Turning off the television, walking away from the computer and tuning out the world around you enables you to experience your own life and your own struggles, without the guilt that things could be worse.

Yes, things could be worse for me. Still, sometimes I have what I perceive as bad days. Frankly, for me, this week was challenging to the point of frenzied frustration. As a result, I booked a hotel for two nights. My husband is home with the kids, and I am alone – basking in silence, books and blogging.

As I briefly watched Anderson Cooper talk about the situation in Joplin, MO, I said a prayer for the people facing life changing challenges, those shown on television as well as those throughout the world, nameless and faceless. Then, I turned off the television, closed my eyes and began to enjoy the quiet within my room. I had a hard week, and I’m cranky; sue me.

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Be kind; take care of yourself and each other. If you can, please take a moment and donate to a charity – just as many charities exist, many needs exist. Please give generously.

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16 thoughts on “Caution: Cranky Blogger Seeking Ignorance

  1. Sometimes it’s tough to see beyond our front door, thanks for the reminder of what is really important. And, by all means, enjoy your time of solitude.

    -You don’t have to work do you? To catch up?

    • Julie, sometimes I don’t want to see what beyond my front door. I want to stay hidden in my own private and crazed crankiness. Sometimes looking outside my own front door is too ding dang depressing.

      Work. Thankfully, I was able to get the work done on Friday. (The kids were, in all seriousness, VERY good about entertaining themselves.) Today? Today I read. πŸ™‚

  2. Lenore, it’s just as important for us to take care of our own back yard so we can be strong and capable enough to help our neighbour.

    It’s so hard to believe that something as simple as a prayer has such power.

    Love who you are with!

  3. Good for you, Lenore. A well deserved break.

    It is hard to not feel emotional when you read about the devastation and tragedies in the news. Sometimes I just can’t stop thinking about it and what people are going through around the world. But I have to draw a line or I’ll be weighed down by depression and guilt. So I do take breaks from the news. Focus more on the positive things all around. What I have (health, family, friends) And I try and be more present in my own life and with my own loved ones, truly cherish every day I have with them while helping others whenever possible.

    • I try and do the same thing for the very same reason – depression and guilt can creep up and suddenly take over. We all need breaks, right? I am grateful my husband supports my breaks. I literally become so overwhelmed with my life and the life of others, I need time to decompress and refocus. If I go too long without spending a day ‘breathing out’ – the pressure just builds and builds. Thanks for listening. πŸ™‚ ~ Lenore

  4. (chomp,chomp,lick,slurp) you can come chill with me at my house, (scoop,scoop,scoop,scoop.one more,scoop…slurp) I have Phish Food!
    πŸ™‚

    • Did you get Phish Food? Did you? Did you? Do you like it? Mmmmm….. good. I can’t believe I spewed all that crankiness, while you were out spreading random acts of kindness. You’ve earned more Ben & Jerry’s than I ever could hope to earn, GMom. I am grateful for your kindness. Truly. Mmmmm…. Phish Food. πŸ™‚ ~ Lenore

      • Of course I got Phish Food.
        I also bought New York Super Fudge Chunk for China and Cherry Garcia for Eggs.
        You be all the cranky you need to be, That’s what blogging (friends) are for.
        I never would have changed my ways if it weren’t for you. It’s true Lenore. Own it.

        • Well, I am genuinely touched GMom. And, for the record, I am not only touched by the post you wrote – but by the fact that you snagged some Phish Food! Nicely done, my blogging friend. Nicely done! (And, nice of you to share with your family, too!) Hugs to you, GMom! ~ Lenore
          P.S. It just dawned on me. GMom stands for Great Mom right? No doubt!!

    • Taking a couple of years? No. Don’t do it. Think of the books the eldest would read in your absence. Plus, upon your return, you may not recognize the change in the looks of your youngest. No, you best not take an extended (and extensive) break. Your boys need you. TV must be watched, and looks must be improved. (Not to mention fixing Robot Boy)

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