Rainy Days and Fridays

I write this post as my almost-17-month-old daughter continues with the going-on-ten-minute screaming session in protest of being put down for a nap. She is already well past her usual naptime, so I thought she would have been happy to finally settle down to rest, but instead, she continues to warble and trill her notes of disagreement.

I write this post as I wait for the call from Adam that my car, which has been in the shop (for the third time in as many months), is ready to be picked up. I've been without my car for the last four days, and because we live in an apartment complex with no sidewalks leading away into the rest of the world, and the main road might as well be renamed "Texas International Speedway," Bryony and I have been confined to these four walls all week. And of course, since we will have to walk to the mechanic to pick up the car, today is the first day in almost two months to have rain.

I write this post as the cat, who went to the vet twice in two weeks seems to finally be letting his latest self-inflicted wound heal, as the steroid injection that calms his autoimmune disease works its way through his poor little system. Kika, our 15 1/2-year old terrier, is slowly descending into the downhill spiral of old age toward the end. She now even has the "old dog" smell.

I write this post today thinking that perhaps I should change the name of my blog to something like www.lonely-unemployed-biologist-and-inadequate-mother.blogspot.com or perhaps www.texas-aint-my-thang-yall.blogspot.com or maybe even www.why-dont-friends-pick-up-their-stupid-phones-when-i-call-dammit.blogspot.com. Yes, I'm "a little" insecure, depressed, lonely and a smidgen sad here. And yes, this has all manifested into me getting angry when the rest of the world has lives that keep them too busy to talk to me on the phone. I miss daily adult interaction and conversation. I hate that Facebook is my immediate source of contact with the outside world. I hate seeing friends who have owed me phone calls for months are posting status updates about the latest party they went to, or about how much beer they drank with friends at the bar the night before. Don't they know I read that crap? Don't they know how lonely I am? I feel really pathetic, to the point that I've actually contemplated unsubscribing from Facebook so I don't have to be angry about other people's good times anymore...but that would be ridiculous, right?

So now, I write this post as Bryony, after screaming for over 20 minutes, finally settled down into nap-mode upon receiving a little time on the breast. She and I leave tomorrow for a couple weeks to visit family we haven't seen in nearly a year. It will be a nice respite from the loneliness of here, but as always, I will miss Adam dearly. Now that baby is sleeping, I can finally get the shower I haven't had the opportunity for all day.

And with that, I end this post.