Messes
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The Things We (I) Said Today
I appreciate my husband- he works hard and rocks!- but sometimes the fact that he works most nights as well as days can make home life exhausting (aka tedious, draining, etc.). Usually, I’m totally thankful to be able to be home with our kids. Yesterday, thought, was one of those days- you know the kind all too well. I totally envied his escape into the “outside world”. Henceforth, my actual email to The Captain on Friday: (Here’s to every parent that had a bad day!) __________________________________________________________________________ Dear Husband, I have no doubt that you are dealing with your own share of s–t at work today- in a metaphorical sense, of…
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There’s Always Something (There To Remind Me)
I shouldn’t be writing this while hunched over my bedside table. I shouldn’t be writing this at all, actually; I shouldn’t be anywhere near my laptop since I should be luxuriating in a Jacuzzi in our hotel suite. You know- the hotel suite that The Captain and I were supposed to be cozily ensconced in this weekend, since this was supposed to be our annual anniversary getaway weekend…. which ended in ashes last year, as I told you here. And life has a funny way of repeating itself; only this time, it went in reverse. Vomit + kid illness = NOT GOING. So I’m posting for two reasons: 1- to…
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Open The Floodgates…
Sometimes, the noise level in the house detracts from being able to string together words into sentences that create posts. Today, it’s not so much the noise level INSIDE the house, but OUTSIDE of it that’s distracting. To be specific, it’s really the noise ON TOP of the house. I’ll explain. It’s obviously been a busy summer; hence the recent lack of posts. Some of it’s the normal buzz of activity. That and the copious amounts of water that seem to be accumulating in my house, in places that water just shouldn’t accumulate. It started with the downstairs toilet. We’ve got two bathrooms in the house; the main floor bathroom…
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Wigging Out
Now you know from my last post that we were away for a weekend recently, but reality hit HARD when we got back. There was one thing we (read, “I”) had neglected to remember while luxuriating in the Jacuzzi… THE WIGWAM. Before I begin my rant, I WILL say that there is no one to blame for this one but myself. Through fatigue, excited anticipation of a great weekend away, and a sprinkling of denial, I neglected to give not one tiny shred of thought to… THE WIGWAM. On the Wednesday preceding our little getaway, #2 unearthed an assignment sheet from her school folder, & jammed it into my hands.…
