We are getting so much closer to the end. I am nearly into counting days instead of weeks, and I can't wait for that! Right now, the girls and I mark off one week at a time on the calendar, but, I think after this weekend, I am going to move that down to marking off every two days. We are still a little far out for a daily count down, but this would be a nice bump for us!
I am so ready for my husband to come home, it is ridiculous. I'm ready to hand back over control of so many little things, let alone having someone to help with the kids. I want to quit taking out the trash. That would be great. More than anything, though, I hate car stuff, and I can't wait to have him home to take care of it. In fact, I really need my oil changed, and yes I am well aware of the fact that I can take it to Wal-Mart and have them change it while I shop, but that isn't the point. I want him to get back and take care of it for me.
Ahhh..never take your spouse and all the little things for granted.
Showing posts with label daily life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daily life. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Just a note
I want to make sure everyone who reads this knows not to take me too seriously about a lot of things. I kid. I tease. I like to have fun. I like to write bad poetry to make fun of stupid things and have a laugh. I hope you do too.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
When I really need him...
In the relationship between my husband and I, there are some things, duties, or jobs that very clearly belong to one or the other of us.
He takes care of the vehicles.
I take care of electronics, all computers and repairs included.
I do most of the cleaning.
He takes care of all plumbing issues. Most generally these issues involve plunging the toilet which is almost always his fault to begin with, but he does take care of my hair clogged drains as well.
See, we have it all worked out like that.
One very important role, is that he is absolutely to take care of all nuisance in the form or bugs, rodents, or otherwise un named icky stuff.
It is with that role I have a problem today.
There is mouse, trapped in my garage, on one of those sticky traps.
I don't deal well with mice. Not well at all. In fact, the moment I saw it, and realized what I was seeing, i fled the scene. I don't just mean I turn around and walked out, but I mean that I beat feet, left my trash laying in the garage, and got the hay up out of there. I would imagine that animators could have used my real life action scene to vividly create a great new Scooby Doo and Shaggy scene.
Anywho, the mouse is still there, because I don't do mice. I don't. I just can't. Now, I imagine that it will need to be taken care of before he comes home. I'm thinking that I'm going to have to beg a favor of a friends. That, or if some random husband happens to walk out, I plan on asking very sweetly if they can help me. I'll even barter with cookies and brownies. I just need it taken care of before I can go back in there.
Please. Someone help.
He takes care of the vehicles.
I take care of electronics, all computers and repairs included.
I do most of the cleaning.
He takes care of all plumbing issues. Most generally these issues involve plunging the toilet which is almost always his fault to begin with, but he does take care of my hair clogged drains as well.
See, we have it all worked out like that.
One very important role, is that he is absolutely to take care of all nuisance in the form or bugs, rodents, or otherwise un named icky stuff.
It is with that role I have a problem today.
There is mouse, trapped in my garage, on one of those sticky traps.
I don't deal well with mice. Not well at all. In fact, the moment I saw it, and realized what I was seeing, i fled the scene. I don't just mean I turn around and walked out, but I mean that I beat feet, left my trash laying in the garage, and got the hay up out of there. I would imagine that animators could have used my real life action scene to vividly create a great new Scooby Doo and Shaggy scene.
Anywho, the mouse is still there, because I don't do mice. I don't. I just can't. Now, I imagine that it will need to be taken care of before he comes home. I'm thinking that I'm going to have to beg a favor of a friends. That, or if some random husband happens to walk out, I plan on asking very sweetly if they can help me. I'll even barter with cookies and brownies. I just need it taken care of before I can go back in there.
Please. Someone help.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
One Week Down!
WE made it through our first week! I am really excited to be able to measure the time in any increment larger than a day. Every little thing helps.
This past week has been both better and worse than expected. For the girls, it was also a mixed week. Lilly has done really well. She has done a lot better than I expected her to. She cries every now and then. Random things can make her cry. Sometimes, things that I expect her to start bawling over have no bearing on her tear ducts, though. It is good. We hug and I talk to her each time. She reads the emails that Daddy writes to just the girls with me. So, she is getting some communication with him. All in all, I think she is doing very well.
Ava, on the other hand, is as usual the complete opposite of her sister. Not only did her Dad just leave, but she happens to be hitting the terrible twos at the same time. Yeah for me. I knew we would have problems when he left. After all, she is absolutely a daddy's girl. However, I don't think I was prepared for just how bad some of it was going to get. The first 48 hours were trial by fire with her. We had 2 full on temper tantrums, complete with ear splitting screaming, body arching making it impossible to move her, kicking, and the whole bit. There were at least 2 full meals flipped onto the floor, and all over her in once case.
No matter what happened, though, we are through a week. That is an accomplishment. I am happy. I look forward to the point were we get to start counting months down, versus weeks.
This past week has been both better and worse than expected. For the girls, it was also a mixed week. Lilly has done really well. She has done a lot better than I expected her to. She cries every now and then. Random things can make her cry. Sometimes, things that I expect her to start bawling over have no bearing on her tear ducts, though. It is good. We hug and I talk to her each time. She reads the emails that Daddy writes to just the girls with me. So, she is getting some communication with him. All in all, I think she is doing very well.
Ava, on the other hand, is as usual the complete opposite of her sister. Not only did her Dad just leave, but she happens to be hitting the terrible twos at the same time. Yeah for me. I knew we would have problems when he left. After all, she is absolutely a daddy's girl. However, I don't think I was prepared for just how bad some of it was going to get. The first 48 hours were trial by fire with her. We had 2 full on temper tantrums, complete with ear splitting screaming, body arching making it impossible to move her, kicking, and the whole bit. There were at least 2 full meals flipped onto the floor, and all over her in once case.
No matter what happened, though, we are through a week. That is an accomplishment. I am happy. I look forward to the point were we get to start counting months down, versus weeks.
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