Right?
Cripes… so the ‘other half’ of the nightmare on the phone called tonight all whiny about how they hadn’t heard from us in a while…
WHAT?
SERIOUSLY?
YOU THINK!
Then husband gets all pissy with me to ‘just let it go’.
No, I don’t think so. I will NEVER speak to this person without a witness again.
NEVER
November can NOT come fast enough. Seriously.
Well I did it. Had the boys set up for lunch with a friend, who has her boys in the same classrooms. Super teeny tiny stroller borrowed from a friend, bus fare and a plan to get to the meeting. Igglepiggle, upsy daisy and makka pakka as well as a colouring book and erasable pencil crayons. Water bottle too.
Three trips to the washroom, two re-fills on the water bottle ( I didn’t make it full either time, not even half!) and two hours later. We survived the meeting. Demanding little monster that wee girlie is… she was a total monster.
ugh.
They said it was okay, but well… I could barely keep up! urg.
Next meeting is earlier in the morning, so I can hopefully leave her at the school with the appropriate adults.
Upon picking up the midsized boy; he, his classmate and the classmates mother all said he was going to their house for the afternoon.
Why am I sitting here blogging? I should be snoozing! Husband has meet the creature tonight. So yeah… chaos will be abundant seeing as I’m alone for supper and bed tonight.
Yeah, going to lie down now.
And not a day too soon.
Come to think of it.
A FEW DAYS LATE!
ahem
Off to set up the paints for the little monsters. I promised painting today. Then we can get dressed and do play dough and bake cranberry oatmeal cookies and if I’m lucky/smart/adventurous I’ll make some banana muffins too. I’ve got supper ready to toss in the crock pot in an hour.
Woo hoo for being back in to the swing of things…
Trust me, it will all collapse in to a mess by noon. Or is it I will collapse in to a mess by noon?
So yeah. Ten years today.
Six years of ‘dating’, 20 month engagement all up until today.
meh…
Shrugs shoulders and doesn’t really care. My in-laws are fanatical about anniversaries. Odd, seeing as they are both from families that didn’t have divorces or what not in them. But there you go. Perhaps they are just happy that someone puts up with their son and has stuck it out this long?
yeah. that must be it.
The husband just took frozen strawberries (remember I have like 8 litres of them in my freezer!), Limeade, water, ice cubes and tequila….
Add the new blender the in-laws bought for us for the anniversary this week.
And I am one happy little camper.
Tomorrow… wait… tonight a few of the people husband worked with these past few weeks are coming over.
With the intentions of husband and I going and having a pedicure and out for dinner.
Not happening.
Why?
Because he got frustrated with the tent while out camping with the boys tonight and bought a new one.
Can we say, two more mortgage payments, one more car payment, and fuel for the first two weeks back to work… before BEFORE the first paycheque. Don’t even get me started on the panic attacks over the rising cost of … well… everything!
I will be having a very lousy day with him… after I inform him that this whole ‘date night’ was cancelled at midnight in a group e-mail to those of them I know.
Cripes… for the record. One of the WORST homecomings yet. So not happy.
Would have done the house a whole heck of a lot of good.
My husband can take a flying leap.
And people wonder why I send him away… Next year, I send the kids away for the three days before we have to ‘get him’… and clean from top to bottom. Snort…. ha! Yeah, as if. I always wonder how much time he ’spent playing’ with the kids when I go away for a day. Because when I come home the house is perfection under freaking glass…. I’d rather play with the kids and clean after they are in bed. Which I obviously didn’t do well enough.
I didn’t think it looked too bad. But to him this was a crisis and had to be dealt with immediately…
Jerk.
things to get done in the next twelve hours.
I’ve sorted the linen closet. I’ve cleaned out my side of the wardrobe. I’ve got the garbage all settled in bags… except upstairs… that is for before bedtime. Then it can go out in the morning. Dishes are mostly clean. Fridge is sorted and tossed. Yard… we won’t discuss the yard. I’m not in the mood to mow in the dark.
Good day, sort of. Biggest boy is regressing to some serious attitude and I’m getting frazzled. Here is hoping that husband has a smidgen of patience and can calm him down a little better than I have the last few days.
Six more days of finding things to keep them amused, quiet and somewhat tolerable…then… then I can take a day off.
ha.
snort.
bwaaaa haaaa haaaa. wipes tears of hilarity…
yeah right. I’ll spend most of the first few days with the husband bickering and argueing and generally keeping him from freaking on the kids incessantly because they are not the reasonable people he has been working with for the last four weeks.
I will survive. So what are we going to do tomorrow? We’ve done the Childrens museum, fed ducks, had McDonalds food…. tomorrow, we get nekked.
Wee girlie does not do well with Bob the Builder/Spiderman/Superman underpants ,no I haven’t bothered to get her ‘girlie’ underpants yet, midsized boys underpants are just fine thank-you-very-much! When nekked she is awesome. So I guess I am kinda pushing the whole toilet training thing on her. Sort of. Kind of… yeah, a whole new realm insanity over here. I’m not guaranteeing that it will continue. Today was good. Tomorrow I might not even bother. We shall see.
I still have half a litre of Dr. Pepper for tonight. SQUEEEEEEEEE!
And I plan on printing this out to hand to people who say… oh so you don’t work?
What Do You Do All Day?
A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pyjamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door. He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looki ng for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door.
As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pyjamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, ‘What happened here today?’
She again smiled and answered, ‘You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world I do all day?’
‘Yes,’ was his incredulous reply.
She answered, ‘Well, today I didn’t do it.’
Only 18 days until the husband leaves for four weeks.
Thank God for camp.
I’m so freaking glad that school won’t be around anymore. I won’t ‘have to’ deal with the other parents… That will be a joy all to itself. I really and truely do not play well with others. I really shouldn’t have had kids… but they are so darn fun and lovely at times.
I am going to suck back some of the sun tea I made with midsized boy earlier and hit the sofa… not up for a night of ‘hbacmama your snoring again!!!!’ only to listen to him snort and wheeze a few minutes later. Yeah, as soon as one of the rooms opens up… I’m getting my own bed!
hmmmm doesn’t sound good does it? oh well.
EIGHTEEN DAYS!!!!
Just dawned on me that husband will not be home until after bed time.
sob.
Husband looked at the somewhat pained expression on my face this evening and asked if I should just leave the knitting alone until my head was somewhat less likely to explode from the lack of sleep, hacking up a lung and sinus congestion. No mention of my days of frustration over my lack of brain cells and a pattern written in simple English, with cheat sheet reminders all over the place… no, the man was rather smart in skipping over that thought.
I said that no, I did not need to leave it alone. I was plowing on through.
I plowed through the pattern.
I ended up with one extra stitch… not sure how, but who cares, that is what the purl2tog ended up with a purl three together for. See, easy peasy.
bwaaa haaa haaaa.
I am looking forward to the sock goddess‘ input on the pattern on Tuesday night though. Seems to me that she might be able to say stitch more than six times without the aid of wine… I am looking forward to it! 
Needless to say, I plowed on through the pattern and got my ’sample sockling’ all done up. Huzzah and all that fun stuff. I’m going to lay my battered body down to rest now.
Yeah, that is me raising her hand in the corner.
LIVID.
Totally livid… and I’m not supposed to know about this until August.
It is going back to the store. I’m hoping HE will get the money back and put it where it belongs… in to the bank account. Or I will sell it myself. What a dumbass. I’m actually so angry I can’t even think straight.
Some days… I wish I wasn’t married.
*photo note for blindmama pretty ring, with shiny little stones… which WILL NOT BE GRACING MY FINGER EVER!
I’d be crying now!
Husband is on the BIG TIME OUTS these days.
Shall we discuss his ‘midlife crisis’ stunt that drained the bank account? Shall we? I am still seething. Needless to say, I am now happily referring him as a narcissistic jerk. You have a family and the bigger picture should be them!
Then last night he informs me that I’ll be doing the Parent council gig on my own…. because he supposed to be at the school for a ‘drop in’ parent teacher thing. Yeah. So, the scheduled ones weren’t enough? Have to have a drop in session? And really? Isn’t it a little late for some of these kids to pull themselves out of the muck?
I’m going to sum this up for you all.
A) I’m pissed about the tattoo, not just because of the money. The lying about where he was is not a good thing for him to pull. And yet… he is angry with me for not even wanting to see what it is. Yes, the couch is rather comfortable
B) We don’t have the money for him to do this kind of crap.
C) Write school stuff down on the calendar! That is WHY I bought the big one, so I can have room to write a bunch of things on one day! Both for biggest boys school and HIS!
D) I have to haul the kids out again…
E) Bring them home, do biggest boys homework and put them all to bed!
F) I’ll miss knit night… which I had planned on walking to and enjoying.
fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff sums it up.
I am done.
Done.
Done.
Done.
Today, midsized boy insisted on bringing his ‘teddies’ to the school to pick up biggest boy.
And can we guess where the teddies are now?
Yeah. Me neither.
To add to my stu
and this was where I had to haul myself upstairs to put wee girlie back in to bed for the bizillionth time and calm biggest boy down because he is scared of dying?
Shoot me now.
So to add to my stupidity, I decided to convert the crib to the toddler bed for wee girlie. Bad idea, no sleep happening for either of us. ’nuff said.
Biggest boy. Where to start… I can barely understand him when he gets on these obsessions. Death, dying, turning in to bones, how am I going to die mommy? This was what I could understand of his hysterical crying/sobbing/rubbing eyes and wiping nose moments. Tried my best to alleviate his fears, not sure how well I did though. I kept asking every few sentences who was talking about death with him. Was this something someone at school said? Never got an answer worth believing out of him. I think someone/something has happened and set him off. The entire day since lunch time has been one huge fit waiting to engulf us all. Doesn’t help that I’ve been obsessing over what the heck I’m going to do to prepare them all for my fathers death. Which I know I’m going to have to do sooner than later.
seriously… got a gun? Shoot me now.
*and we won’t get in to my counting down the days until husband goes to camp! no no no we won’t get in to the fact that I could probably even get so obsessed that I’ll go in to how many hours!
