In Which Mrs Fussy Crankypants and the Tiny Tyrant go for a Ride

Mrs FussyCrankypants and the Tiny Tyrant just spent a week on a Bye-Bye Excursion to end all Bye-Bye Excursions.  The TT’s day is literally motivated by the desire to go Bye-Bye and therefore last week Mrs FC took him Bye-Bye with a vengeance.  With La Grande Dame a la Fussy and her husband (who is not Fussy at all), Mrs FC and the TT traveled all the way to Nawfawk, VA,  to visit Mrs FC’s Brother the Sailor and his wife the no-longer-singing-sailor (who also is not Fussy).

Thanks to Nana and to the Magic Powers of the DVD player, the TT managed to endure two days of travel there and two days back without any few major Baby Meltdowns.

While there, Mrs FC ate enough shellfish to power a small nation, indulged in gratuitous cake eating and supported the Starbucks Corporation to the best of her ability.

There was also this:

The TT at the beach

The TT at the beach


And this:

Sail away, sail away, sail away

Sail away, sail away, sail away


Quite a bit of this:



And even a little of this:

Shore leave

Shore leave

Mrs FC also enjoyed performances by military bands from around the world and you can, too, if you would so care.  Mrs FC recommends the following, particularly the first one since it includes the World’s Best Navy Brother and his band:

And also this:

And even, if you dare, this speciman of Gym Wheel:

Finally, Mrs FC got to spend some quality time with her wonderful family, including her not-Fussy new sister-in-law, for which she was grateful. Mrs FC owes a big thank you to the TT’s Nana and to her not-Fussy new sister-in-law for giving her big, big hands with the TT. Mrs FC feels much less Fussy when considering their kind helpfulness on the TT front.

Mrs FC feels very Fussy to be back home again and wishes that her trip could have lasted far longer but she is fairly sure that others were probably glad to be rid of the Fussy, which is only endurable for so long before driving one to drink.

Mrs FC would like to leave you with a picture of some of the cutest residents of Nawfawk, VA:

Mrs FC defies you to find a cuter sailor and ex-sailor anywhere

Mrs FC defies you to find a cuter sailor and ex-sailor anywhere


I hab…

…a head cold.  Also, I’b leabing to bisit mah brodder today.

So, enjoy sub bictures ob mah Tyrant









Today’s Money

Car = several hundred to keep running

Cat = almost as much to keep him running, as well

Credit card statement = groan

Adventures in (Teenage)Babysitting

while we have no idea whether we are going to move or not, we are proceeding as if we might be. There are 3 high school girls who live a few houses down who offered to watch Miles occasionally. This week was spring break and I thought I’d be able to have a lot of help but I’ve only gotten one of them to come over for a couple hours. I asked her yesterday to come this afternoon if she didn’t have anything else going on but neglected to ask her to LET ME KNOW if she was going to make other plans.  “Sorry I can’t come I’m at a softball game” is what she wrote when I asked her if she could come over at 3.

I think I need a babysitter who isn’t in 9th grade.


I have no idea how people sell houses and still manage to keep up with all the regular, everyday stuff that they have to do.


today was one of those days that knocks all the confidence out of you as a parent. I feel like I’m doing it wrong.  I hate the way I react to  the TT sometimes because I shouldn’t BE reacting since I’m the adult and instead I’m all upset and “why is he acting like a two year old???“.

Hi. I maybe have unrealistic expectations sometimes.  I’m a horrible mother. I know it. I feel sorry for the Tyrant.


The TT pretty much exsists on breastmilk and air.  He nurses pretty much every hour. Or half hour. Or five minutes.  He bit me twice today. Sometimes it gets old.  Sometimes it’s good and sometimes it feels like it isn’t.

Nursing is one of his most favorite things in the world.


Diaper changes, seriously I’m surprised that someone hasn’t called Child Protective Services on me when they hear him going on and on during a change. He really acts like I’m abusing him or something.

Even more crunchy

I’ve been taking the TT’s bathwater and putting it in the washer to wash laundry with. I pour it into an old kitty litter pail to take downstairs.

T thinks I’m nuts.

Tonight I showered in the TT’s bathtub. Then I took that water downstairs for the washer, too.  Don’t tell T. He’ll be calling the Mental Health Ward of the local hospital soon.

Who knows? Maybe I am nuts.


There. If I had had the time and/or energy I could have turned any one of these into a tepidly entertaining post.  I did in my head.


I need to go to bed. 2:30 a.m. comes pretty early.

Is It Weird in Here or Is it Just Me?

So say there’s this man. Maybe he is a religious “leader”  figure  person involved in a religious position.

Say he has an affair with a female parishoner.

Say he does a bunk on his family, leaves his wife and kids and hooks up w/ this woman, who is also married w/ kids.

Say that about 2 decades pass.

Say that this woman’s ex-mother-in-law passes away.

Say they both decide that they need, for some reason, to attend the funeral, the funeral of his new (let’s say, “current”) wife’s ex-mother-in-law, which will also be attended of course by the current wife’s ex-husband, her ex-husband’s family and her ex-husband’s wife and family.

Is that weird? Or is it just me?  Seriously, I want to know what you think.

Coming to You Live

…can’t believe it’s Wednesday already. what? It’s THURSDAY? Well, doesn’t that just…What? OH! Right!

We’re live, then, coming to you straight from our fair city and topic this evening is…the lack of posting recently.

Perhaps you have noticed. No? Ah, well, one can hope, can’t one?

You see, it’s not that I haven’t ideas aplenty because indeed I do, indeed. Oft do I beguile myself back to sleep with ideas of what I tell you.

No, the problem lies more with a lack of, you know, time. If there were a few more hours to the day then THEN could I regale you with tales of witticism, romance and adventure. Or, you know, not, but at least maybe about going to the Y (oh, my knees, my poor knees) or Lowe’s (oh, wait, I told you about Part A already).

But there is, you see, a small biped for which I am responsible. He inhabits my house and seems to think that I am at his beck and call. He seems to “need” me and by “need” I mean “desires someone to help him be “UP” all the time to see what possibly could be going on above his head because it might be something more fun than the two feet or so below where he resides”.

This delightful and distracting and delightfully distracting and the actually just plain old distracting distraction seems to eat away my precious, precious time that could otherwise be spent hunched over a glowing screen writing words that magically appear Out There for an audience of my closest friends and confidants, by which I mean my Mom, who feels sorry for me, and a few other people who also feel sorry for me and tell me that they like me.

And by the time the Distraction is asleep, well, then it’s time to practice some vague personal hygiene, pull on my jammies and curl up with a book for a half hour or so.

And THEREFORE I haven’t had time to REGALE you with these aforementioned tales but do be advised that they exist in my head and that they would thrill, chill and otherwise tepidly waste a few more minutes of your day that could be spent otherwise productively, if I had the time to write them.

Transmission ended.

What’s in a Name?

Recently, Mrs FussyCrankypants found a new word:




Mrs FussyCrankypants is considering a name change. 


What do you think?


Mrs. Crankytankerous?


It has a certain…appropriate…ring.



(Thanks, bbc!)

Your Public Service Announcement

Vote! Vote! Vote!

Did I mention you should vote today?

And just WHY should you vote?  Well, dearies, you should vote because if you don’t, you will have no right to complain about anything that happens government-wise in the next 4 years.

How’s that for incentive?

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