I am made of fail
Apr. 29th, 2010 09:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
femkes_folliesI'm havin' a can't-win sort of day. Week. Month. Blerg.
I shall not again rehash the fun of having all my childrens' flaws pointed out. Or having them compared to other children. Sooooooooo tired of that, I can't even see straight. Though at least the tide in the Autism spectrum scene is changing... apparently at a major conference one of the speakers demanded to know why anybody would encourage parents to use a gluten-free, dairy-free diet with kids who are already so picky about eating that any sort of adequate nutrition is difficult - why restrict them further? At least I feel vindicated in that regard. And in that Jenny McCarthy is a freakin' twit.
I got bread made, the rosemary planted, and that was about it. Too drained to do more.
Apparently, I'm of so little importance, nobody bothers to take my feelings into account for anything. John insists that this is because I internalize too much. To wit: I do not scream, swear, and throw trash cans. Of course, John tends to do it to me, too, so I'm not sure what his opinion is worth, here.
In short: Nobody cares whether I have plans or not before I get stuck with weekends. Nobody cares what my emotional baggage may be when they choose the topic of conversation. Hell, nobody cares if I'm watching TV before they change the channel.
Maybe I just have a personal stealth field. :-/
I am deciding it is best to go through life with no expectations whatever. *grumble* Thereby, there is less chance for disappointment.
So, those are the plants shoved under my fingernails. The teeny tiny sliver next to them is that I can't get the right module in my web template to display aligned with the content bar. It's underneath. The HTML looks correct, all the divs in the right spot. But nothing I do with the CSS fixes the problem. And the left one displays fine. Grrrrrr.
Upside - I made another batch of lieges sugar waffles. This time, with REAL Belgian Candi sugar... much better. Rori took hers, then snatched Anneliese's, too. I should have foreseen that, and brought two for Rori and let her go double-fisted to start.
To bed, soon.
*grump, grump*
I shall not again rehash the fun of having all my childrens' flaws pointed out. Or having them compared to other children. Sooooooooo tired of that, I can't even see straight. Though at least the tide in the Autism spectrum scene is changing... apparently at a major conference one of the speakers demanded to know why anybody would encourage parents to use a gluten-free, dairy-free diet with kids who are already so picky about eating that any sort of adequate nutrition is difficult - why restrict them further? At least I feel vindicated in that regard. And in that Jenny McCarthy is a freakin' twit.
I got bread made, the rosemary planted, and that was about it. Too drained to do more.
Apparently, I'm of so little importance, nobody bothers to take my feelings into account for anything. John insists that this is because I internalize too much. To wit: I do not scream, swear, and throw trash cans. Of course, John tends to do it to me, too, so I'm not sure what his opinion is worth, here.
In short: Nobody cares whether I have plans or not before I get stuck with weekends. Nobody cares what my emotional baggage may be when they choose the topic of conversation. Hell, nobody cares if I'm watching TV before they change the channel.
Maybe I just have a personal stealth field. :-/
I am deciding it is best to go through life with no expectations whatever. *grumble* Thereby, there is less chance for disappointment.
So, those are the plants shoved under my fingernails. The teeny tiny sliver next to them is that I can't get the right module in my web template to display aligned with the content bar. It's underneath. The HTML looks correct, all the divs in the right spot. But nothing I do with the CSS fixes the problem. And the left one displays fine. Grrrrrr.
Upside - I made another batch of lieges sugar waffles. This time, with REAL Belgian Candi sugar... much better. Rori took hers, then snatched Anneliese's, too. I should have foreseen that, and brought two for Rori and let her go double-fisted to start.
To bed, soon.
*grump, grump*
