Loony comes home tomorrow and I have managed to make it through the last 10 days without killing any pets or engaging in any relationship extinguishing house projects.
We have some problems with the other flock pecking at each other so now when the Silkies go to the Coop du Jour to range during the day, Annabel the Cannibal goes to solitary confinement at the Poulet Rouge until her Pinless Peepers arrive.
If I don’t want stuff for Mothers’ Day, what do I want?
I want to be acknowledged for the things I do as mother, and for that one day don’t want to do any of those things. I want a quiet day to reflect on my journey.
I’m just as likely to be feeling ill due to stress, over exertion, poor sleep and being old. But frankly, having Zika just sounds more exotic than being old and I can leverage something out of Loony if I pin it on him.
Rachel astutely pointed out that if this was going to cause a huge fucking fight, I might as well make it count. I decided to go for the trifecta of purging: the basement and crawlspace, laundry room, and garage.
Thank you all for your kindness and generosity. I have never felt so supported and loved.
Spring Break (aka more work for me) is over, Loony is back out of town and the kids are in school. How do I feel? Remember how I was all boo-hoo when Loony was gone? It took exactly 20 minutes to stop missing him and wishing he would go away. Why 20 minutes? That’s how […]
It’s funny, that thing about absence and the heart.
I found the bed that I wanted for my guest room on Craigslist today. One that would replace the Frankenbed that I hate. It was a simple enough listing and the pictures looked good. Very legit. I found someone to take the Frankenbed off my hands for free (so long sucker!) and headed down to Longmont […]
Six days since my last post? Oh shit. I am striking distance from my 600th post (a dubious distinction at best) but at this rate it will be months before I get there. I’ve gone from hardest working blogger to laziest blogger, probably because I have such a busy and important life. But not really. […]