Tired

In which I complain about the stupid inconveniences in my life.
Today I am Shaina Scrooge. If you like reading positive, uplifting things, STOP READING NOW. Normally I don’t use my blog as an outlet for my frustrations unless I figure out how to put a positive spin on it all. But today I feel like posting a whiny, moany, boo-hoo list:
I’m tired of…

1. living in 600 square feet with 4 people!!!!!!!!!!!!
2. my miniscule kitchen
3. potty training and every yucky thing that goes with it.
4. our foul-mouthed LOUD upstairs neighbors
5. our foul-mouthed LOUD downstairs neighbors
6. listening to our downstairs neighbor SHOUT at her kids to get in bed every night, and hearing those poor sweet little kids cry and cry. It hurts my heart.
7. losing things! We have to tuck things away in strange places here because there is not enough space to put things in normal, logical places. We have a storage closet in the basement, and it’s a pain to be in our apartment wondering if that thing I need is buried in the back bottom box in that closet or if Jay  just took it and hid it behind the couch.
8. wondering if Jeff is going to still have a job next year. The people in charge of Washington are currently battling over next year’s budget, and some major cuts in education funding have been proposed. If they are passed, teachers who are low on the food chain of teaching experience will be the first to go. That drives me crazy—why is it even an option to damage our already fragile education system??? Plus it would be nice if Jeff could keep his full-time job. SIGH.
9. LAUNDRY!!!! and not having my own washer and dryer. I can’t figure out which is worse: paying an arm and a leg to wash clothes in a tiny, low-quality basement quarter machine or lugging my laundry across town to do it at the Whites’ house. I hate it and I want my own washer and dryer in my home.
10. Jay making Rose cry every time she’s happily playing. Mother Bear GROWL—why can’t he just leave her alone?!?
11. Running with that 95lb stroller. It slows me down more than a whole minute per mile! And it’s HEAVY. And it takes a good 35 minutes to bundle and load the kids into it and get all ready to go on a 35 minute run.
12. DOGS. Barking at me, growling at me, chasing me, giving me nightmares, getting hair on me, tripping me, making me fall, giving me heart attacks when I'm running, etc. During 20 minutes of my run on Saturday, I had a total of 17 dogs CHASING me and barking ferociously. It tied for first place on my list of worst runs ever. I was almost in tears--I would've stopped and cried once I made it through that awful dog patch, but there was no other way for me to get home except run there, and crying makes breathing and running difficult. So I stored up my fear and rage, and exploded it on Jeff and Facebook when I got home. 

Ok, I’d better stop. It feels good to RANT every now and then. I just don’t like doing it “in public” because many of my complaints are LAME and so many people in this world would LOVE to have these minor inconveniences instead of their REAL problems. And I really can think of 10 things to be thankful for in the place of each one of the items on this list. But sometimes I’m not in the MOOD to be comforted by those other things.

TODAY, THESE THINGS ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY more than usual. So I thought I’d tell you about it.

THE END
(that would be nice)

PS--I promise to post a pile of cute pictures and videos soon (when I recover my sanity) to make up for this awful black plague of a post.