Set the record straight

I must set the record straight.

My family really does know how to take care of themselves. They are more than capable of feeding themselves. Dean does 80% of the dishes in this home. Dean takes out the garbage 95% of the time. Dean does 100% of the sorting and dropping off of the overflowing recycling bin. Dean will feed & water the dogs as necessary. Dean does not cook very much. That is my department. The rule in our house is if you cooked the meal, you don't clean up the meal. If you didn't cook the meal, you clean up the meal. I like to cook, Dean does not, so he cleans. I hate dishes so this works out well for us. Dean can clean the bathrooms, dust, vacuum & will sweep and wash floors. And he does a good job. I do most of the laundry at my request. Its just best. I do almost all the household and grocery shopping. I handle most of the financial stuff. Dean finds it frustrating and its what I am trained to do, so I should know what I'm doing, you'd think.

Kaitlin is more than capable of feeding herself and she can be made to do any of the above chores. She just looks at chores the same way any 13yr old does.

I felt very strongly that my kids would know how to keep a household. And they do. Craig and Stephanie are awesome at keeping their place clean and organized and they aren't living on Ichiban. Gen is no slouch either, but I can't take credit for that, I must give that to her parents.

I just feel like my home has been out of control the past few months. Dean has been concentrating on his new job and he works on a 7 day on, 3 day off, 7 day on, 4 day off 3 week schedule and when he is on his 7 days on, I might see him for 2 hours a day. These 2 hours are not used for household chores or parenting issues. I feel like a single parent for these stretches and I don't like it. I hate being the nagging one always telling everyone to hang up their jackets please or pick up their bags or put their dirty socks in the laundry or please put your dishes in the dishwasher. What? The dishwasher is full of clean dishes??? How the hell did that happen??? Oh yeah, that was me, I filled it with the dishes YOU left on the coffee table and then I turned it on. NOOO, you don't leave your new pile by the sink, YOU can empty the dishwasher and then put them in the now empty dishwasher. Yes, I realize that might take longer than the commercial break. SUCK IT UP! Dean comes home tired and only has 2 to 3 hours to shower, eat, pack his bag for tomorrow and try to get a snatch of relax down time before he heads off the bed to try to get a half decent night's sleep. He is usually in bed between 8 & 9pm as he gets up between 3 & 4am.

I really miss going to bed with him. I really miss saying goodbye to him in the mornings. Even on his days off, he can't seem to stay up with me. I completely understand his body is on a schedule and you can't mess with it much, but damn it. I miss him. I miss his support, his company, his help, his humor. I like his paycheck. But I'm not sure its worth it. His paycheck isn't big enough to make too many sacrifices for. If it was big enough that I could quit working, or big enough that we could pay off a bunch of bills quickly and start doing some of the things we could never afford to before, like travel, grow big saving accounts or even go out for nice meals more than at REALLY, REALLY special occasions, I could rationalize the loneliness I feel as a compromise, but its just a nicer paycheck, not an I LOVE his paycheck.

He is happier though. He doesn't come home miserable and cranky and unapproachable. He smiles and laughs easier. But now I come home miserable and cranky and unapproachable. I am finding it harder to smile and laugh.

My family

My family would miss me pretty fast because they don't know how to get food from the fridge/pantry to their plates. If I put all the food on plates and stacked them in the pantry & fridge like that, they could probably go for days, until the sink or the garbage over flowed onto the floor and the dogs ate all the rotting shit (because no one checked their food or water dishes)and got sick and threw up on their beds.

That's when they would notice I was missing.

MOOOOOOOOOOOOMM!!!!!!

Someone puked on my bed!!!!

MMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!


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HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEPHANIE

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO STEPHANIE.

Hey Babe, I love you. I hope you have a fantastic day.

I have to apologize too though. I slipped in the mom department, again. I didn't get you a birthday card to mail to you. I sent you an e-card though. Just what kind of mom forgets to buy & mail a birthday card for her daughter's first birthday living away from home (This would be the same mom who doesn't call her daughter on her 18th birthday when she is four provinces away for a week)? I love you babe! I'll be thinking of you all day. I am going to go and buy a small green cake to share with Dad & Kaitlin to celebrate.

I miss you.

Happy St. Patricks day to everyone else, don't forget green today. I love green. It is my favourite colour.

March

long
cold
taxe$
quick
warm
sunny
primetime
dirt
dust
longing
seeds
planning
Chocolate
turkey
NO! HAM instead!
sunny
longing
chocolate
Ham
birthday cakes
walks
walks
walks
sunny

I skipped

I skipped spin class tonite. I can't really tell why, just didn't feel like it. I spent the evening with my husband before he heads back to his long days and early bedtimes for another 7 days/nights. It was really very nice. Nicer than sweating and worrying about butt blisters. He made supper tonight and cleaned the house today. I wanted to be with him.

This morning I wanted to run far, far, far away from him, that or beat him with something blunt, but this evening I wanted to be with him.

Go figger.

Rain, rain go away

It's raining. Its been raining for 12 hours and with all the melting snow my back yard is a lake. I am expecting ducks and geese to show up any time now.

I really wanted to go toboganing today. I haven't been out once yet this year and what's winter without a toboganing experience and hot chocolate. Unless that rain turns to snow and the temperature drops, I'm S.O.L.

I am listening to all the Elvis songs I downloaded and I think I am going to make my own Elvis CD.

Yesterday I found myself at the gym again (good thing) walking on the treadmill beside my girlfriend on the eliptical talking about how nice it is outside and how being active by walking the dog, playing soccer with the kids and stuff like that is better for you than using these machines, but we agreed that in winter in Canada, you need these machines. Then we decided to get off them and go for a walk.

We walked about 45minutes and got our feet quite wet from all the melting snow. I jumped in a puddle and splashed her pretty good. It was a blast! I hope you forgive me girlfriend, but I can't promise I won't do it again. If its any consolation I am very sore today (but I am enjoying it).

Tassie is feeling really good and hasn't touched her stitches yet. Thank goodness, cause once she starts it will be hard to keep her off them. I want to give her a bath really badly, she has gunk stuck in her fur from the surgery, but I know you are not supposed to get stitches wet.

Neesja is in Edmonton this weekend and she is going to pick me up a pair of padded these. She promised me they will prevent any more blisters.

Elvis' version of Blue Moon sucks.

Butt crack blister update

Thanks for the concerned phone call about my butt crack blister Mom. I hardly even notice it anymore.

Did you know that if you Google butt crack blister there are 31,300 links and I am not anywhere in the first 10 pages?

Tassie

is my 14 yr old poodle. She is an absolute darling. She has more manners than a lot of people I know. She went to stay overnight with the vet last night. She had REALLY BAD PLAQUE & EVEN WORSE BREATH. Most farts smell better. I am not lying.

Anyways, I was concerned. At her age it is a risk to put her under. But she came through her morning surgery with flying colours. They only had to remove 8 teeth and they said her gums and her bloodwork were both in remarkable condition. For her age she is in great shape.

WHEW! She came home late this afternoon, still quite groggy. By 7:30 she was wanting a drink of water. I had strict instructions "NO FOOD OR DRINK until morning". But I know what it is like to be thirsty. I know she has had no food or drink since about noon the day before. I know she might throw it right up. I gave her water anyway.

Not a lot, I tried to be firm, its for her own good and that kind of thing. First I just let her lick my wet finger a few times. I'm thinking about when people come out of surgery and they are all groggy & nauseous, they still get ice chips. The finger licking didn't last long. She was thirsty. I let her lick a wet bowl about half an hour later, and then again. Then by 9pm I caved. I let her have a little real water in a bowl, just enough to cover the bottom of the bowl and then again at 10pm. I am such a suck.

SHE DID NOT THROW ANYTHING UP! Hah! SO THERE! And she started to perk up. She is doing great.

By tomorrow she will be a different dog. I am happy for her and for us but mostly for her as we won't care if she breaths in the same room as us anymore and she will get tons more hugs and snuggles, all of which she deserves.

Butt crack

It turns out there is a down side (no pun intended) to spin class. Last night when I got home I was on a real high. I enjoyed spin class a lot. I actually had a moment on the way home where I felt that everything was right in the world again. When I got home I hopped into the shower to get all the icky sweat off of me. While soaping up in the shower, I felt a tender spot IN my butt crack. As there were a lot of tender spots related to my crotch from the bike seat, I didn't think much of another one.

This morning in the shower again, soaping up again, the same spot stung really, really badly. I thought "great, I got a zit down there". It has been know to happen every now and then. But it did not quite feel like a zit. After I was out of the shower, I called Dean in to look at my ass for me, something he never seems to tire of doing.

He says "That's not a zit babe, its a blister".

Now I have smeared polysporin on quite a few of my body parts, but sitting at a desk all day with a slimely butt crack has got to the worst.

Go on, picture it if you haven't already.