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May 12, 2005
Slow....
Slow day. No news. No events.
No excitement for me. My DH is at the Boston Museum of Science having a great time. I am looking at my kids throwing rice on the floor from their dinner plates because they honestly think I am not seeing or hearing the supper-time tag game. Asses will be busted.
All the projects I had planned as the ambitious housewife 3 weeks ago upon Kev's departure have been systematically sorted into realistic and "I am not martha Stewart" categories, and dealt with as such. There is only so much one can do when she lives on the 4th floor of a building without an elevator, and some of those same-said projects would require much lifting and carrying. Fuck it- it can wait until he can have all that "fun" with me.
Over the much vocal protests of my mother, I have made arrangements to let my kids spend the night on Saturday at a friends house. She thinks I am taking them away from their daddy... I think I am sending them someplace they really want to go anyways, and giving us a chance to rest and re-coop from the separation, 4 hour drive for me, and 18 hour flight for him... amongst other things.
My mother said "That's not what to do." Maybe not, but I am doing it anyways. Her concern is for the kids mental well-being. As if getting to go play at a friends house for the evening is some kind of parental neglect on my part- and terribly selfish of me for wanting some uninterrupted time with my husband for myself.
So, again I am proving I am a mean evil horrible selfish terrible bitch.
But.... you knew that already.
Posted by TheFreud at May 12, 2005 6:50 PM
Comments
Well Daughter, you do what you think is best and I'll tell your Mom to back off. Kinda sounds like Ray and Irene don't it? LOL...
Love you,
Dad
Posted by: Prplneon at May 13, 2005 8:20 AM
