In case you were wondering why I have been so lax at posting the last few weeks, let me just recap a few things for you.
I was offered (and accepted) a job in PA. It could very well be my dream job, but only time will tell on that. What it means in the short term is a whole lot of work. I am packing the house, getting it ready to sell and staging it -- when I say *I* I mean B and I, because let me tell you who was NOT on her hands and knees this weekend laying a new hardwood floor? or loading massive amounts of CRAP into a Pod?
Anyways, on top of the whole rush to get the house done, we have the little detail of the divorce. The Wife still doesn't even know we are moving, so that wasn't the prompting of the divorce. But it does make for an interesting dynamic now that she is begging for her job back and we are trying to decide the best course of action.
However, how does any of this affect (is it effect or affect? I will NEVER get that right) my blogging. Well, since I am currently providing the full time child care duties as well as performing my other job, I am trying to cram 28 hours of stuff into a 24 hour day. Sleep -- what is that and is it something I need?
As a result, I am sleep in such fitful bouts that I apparently am grinding my teeth to all oblivion and my jaw hurts so much that liquids are pretty much the only thing I can currently consume - yet another GREAT dieting technique.
So please excuse the sporadic posting. I am thinking of you all and get to the computer as much as possible.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
getting divorced
Let me just put out there for all of those that FREAKED upon seeing the title -- B and I are fine. Sure, I am working on his nerves like I usually do and it is probably a little heightened because we are both extremely stressed, but we are not any where near discussing the big D.
It is The Wife.
After many months of ulcer inducing stress, The Wife and I decided to go our seperate ways. Of course this is about 5 weeks earlier than I had planned so I am doing the WAHM routine right now. Thank Goodness I finally came clean with my boss and he is lovely and wants to keep me so I have a few weeks to pull our crap together and replace The Wife or we will move to PA (I am thinking the latter, even though my boss is trying to convince me of the former).
Oh and I FINALLY told him all about the co-irker and how much I hate him and everyone else in the office hates him. It was refreshing to be able to speak my mind with the boss again.
It is The Wife.
After many months of ulcer inducing stress, The Wife and I decided to go our seperate ways. Of course this is about 5 weeks earlier than I had planned so I am doing the WAHM routine right now. Thank Goodness I finally came clean with my boss and he is lovely and wants to keep me so I have a few weeks to pull our crap together and replace The Wife or we will move to PA (I am thinking the latter, even though my boss is trying to convince me of the former).
Oh and I FINALLY told him all about the co-irker and how much I hate him and everyone else in the office hates him. It was refreshing to be able to speak my mind with the boss again.
Friday, April 25, 2008
hey guess what
packing SUCKS. Moving sucks. House hunting sucks. Staging a house to be sold sucks and finally selling a house in this market... that really sucks.
Needless to say, I am still living in the land of lists. Although I keep finding that my lists are growing rather then shrinking. I am not quite sure how that is happening because I know I am doing an awful lot, so ...
To add to that, B -- driving me bonkers. I gave him a list of houses to look through and a list of ones that I narrowed it down to. I think there were 28 or so on the list. Guess what he did. Looked thru 7 on my list and then ADDED 10 more. ADDED I tell you. From a list I asked him to narrow down. Apparently my opinion on where we live is a moot point to him.
I also have banned myself from message boards for a bit. Some one posted about a due process violation being a violation of the 1st Amendment. I pointed out that she had her Constitution wrong and of course she knows more than I do. (BTW -- it is the 5th or the 14th that she was really referring to) and then she threw out something about how can a states rights supercede the Bill of Rights. Again -- she needs some seriously schooling in Constitutional Law if she is going to try to make arguments like that, but, I realized I was getting more pissed than I should over some annoymous, apparently stupid, person, so I have put myself on a ban. I got enough going on, so it has been an easy ban to maintain.
Also, I haven't bought yarn in a week. I am so doing well! LOL B is both thrilled about that and not so thrilled (we have a tariff system every time I buy yarn and lets just say he gets VERY excited when he sees a yarn delivery). I also just packed up my vacuum box of yarn again. Although it has also spilled into another smaller box too. I have an addiction. Hopefully it quells with a lack of time when I start the new job.
Ok, back to box land. I am still offering payment to anyone who wants to pack up my house and stage it for me. Pod arrives tomorrow though so act quickly!
Needless to say, I am still living in the land of lists. Although I keep finding that my lists are growing rather then shrinking. I am not quite sure how that is happening because I know I am doing an awful lot, so ...
To add to that, B -- driving me bonkers. I gave him a list of houses to look through and a list of ones that I narrowed it down to. I think there were 28 or so on the list. Guess what he did. Looked thru 7 on my list and then ADDED 10 more. ADDED I tell you. From a list I asked him to narrow down. Apparently my opinion on where we live is a moot point to him.
I also have banned myself from message boards for a bit. Some one posted about a due process violation being a violation of the 1st Amendment. I pointed out that she had her Constitution wrong and of course she knows more than I do. (BTW -- it is the 5th or the 14th that she was really referring to) and then she threw out something about how can a states rights supercede the Bill of Rights. Again -- she needs some seriously schooling in Constitutional Law if she is going to try to make arguments like that, but, I realized I was getting more pissed than I should over some annoymous, apparently stupid, person, so I have put myself on a ban. I got enough going on, so it has been an easy ban to maintain.
Also, I haven't bought yarn in a week. I am so doing well! LOL B is both thrilled about that and not so thrilled (we have a tariff system every time I buy yarn and lets just say he gets VERY excited when he sees a yarn delivery). I also just packed up my vacuum box of yarn again. Although it has also spilled into another smaller box too. I have an addiction. Hopefully it quells with a lack of time when I start the new job.
Ok, back to box land. I am still offering payment to anyone who wants to pack up my house and stage it for me. Pod arrives tomorrow though so act quickly!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Virtual yard sale
I am cleaning out our house getting ready to sell and I keep coming across new or practically new things that I need to figure out what to do with. Some things were items I just had to have for L, but found totally useless for him and didn't even try with R. Think that fisher price aquarium crib toy or the kelty journey baby carrier.
Or it is clothing the B was gifted that has never fit his big toe, let alone his body. And it is nice, high end stuff (thanks to a family member that works for Ralph Lauren). Anyone interested in a hunter green with white stripe polo shirt by RL's Rugby line??
Or it is my leather ABS skirt that is about 2 sizes smaller then I will ever see again, but attended the Vogue Fashion Awards in style.
I have given The Wife about 10 picture frames that I refuse to pack and move and I am going to offer her the 102 purses that my ILs seem to think I need, unless of course anyone wants any of that stuff?
I just don't know what to do with it all. Ebay is about the only answer but who wants to take pictures of it all and upload. It won't be worth my time (or anyone elses, even though I am doing my best to convince N!).
So anyone out there want my "virtual yard sale" stuff??
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Amazing that I can dress myself
some days I am thoroughly amazed at my own ability to dress myself, get ready for work and make it to work out come catastrophe.
How I do what I assume most people think is a "skilled" job is any ones guess.
It is 10am and I have already been told by at least 3 people that I am stupid for doing things a particular way -- even if they weren't talking directly to me but complaining about someone else doing it that way (its a message board thing and totally not directed at me, but I am taking it personally for some reason. I need to get over it -- I had an example here but don't want to make the person who said it feel bad -- and W, I am not talking about you).
I think I need a break from my life. I guess when I was packing over the last two days I have packed my sense of humor as well as my brain. Maybe I will find it at the end of our move.
How I do what I assume most people think is a "skilled" job is any ones guess.
It is 10am and I have already been told by at least 3 people that I am stupid for doing things a particular way -- even if they weren't talking directly to me but complaining about someone else doing it that way (its a message board thing and totally not directed at me, but I am taking it personally for some reason. I need to get over it -- I had an example here but don't want to make the person who said it feel bad -- and W, I am not talking about you).
I think I need a break from my life. I guess when I was packing over the last two days I have packed my sense of humor as well as my brain. Maybe I will find it at the end of our move.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
blah blah blah blah blah
Seriously, I have a case of the blahs, not funnys and who the hell would care about that today. My life right now is lists.
My list of lists
My list of lists
- fixes I need to do to the house
- fixes B needs to do to the house
- people I need to call to list house, arrange showing of new house, people to stage old house
- addresses that I need to change
- houses that I want to look at
- new builders that I want to see
- people I need to tell we are moving -- boss ranks right up there on this one
- appointments scheduled so far in the future that I need to change
- packing supplies I need to pick up
I don't do lists. That is W's job. Too bad she can't supply me with a color coded spreadsheet of everything that I need to do and the order I need to do it in. She had one for her wedding. It really was a sight to behold.
Le sigh. Anyone wanna pack my house for me and stage it? I will pay you if you can provide me with an invoice!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Qtips, ears and the ER
the title pretty much says it all.
L took a shower with B, was trying to clean out his ears with qtips, just like daddy and we ended up in the ER. The series of events though was a bit more hair-raising and I think took about 5 years off my life.
The boys always take showers. We started showering both of them at an early age and it just works best for us. No hanging over a tub trying to wash them, no puddles on the floor, just a quick and to the point wash. I am sure it has a lot to do with the fact that we only have 1 full bath on the main floor and the full bath downstairs is a shower only, so we all share a bathroom.
After the shower, I join everyone in the bathroom to dry the boys and put lotion on them. L got out first last night for some reason -- he usually stays in the tub and cleans up all the toys -- and as I was drying him off, R decided he had had enough of waiting and threw himself over the lip of the tub and onto his head on the tile floor. He doesn't even have a bruise this morning as a result, but seeing him shimmy his way out in the matter of 2 or 3 seconds was scary.
I grabbed him and wrapped him in a towel and tried to comfort him (my scream scared the crap outta both boys) and while I was walking around with him, calming him down, B moved onto the next stage of the shower routine and was cleaning his ears with Qtips (I KNOW -- stupid thing to do, but that is a battle I refuse to pick with my hubby when it comes to HIS ears). L of course wanted to do what his daddy was doing and he got his 2 qtips too.
Well then the normal sequence of events changed. What NORMALLY happens is B takes L to his room and gets him dressed in PJs and I take R to his room and do the same. Last night, B's work phone rang and B went to our room to get it.
L went chasing after him.
With the qtips still in his ears.
And right into my leg where I was standing in the hall calming R. The Qtip was instantly jammed into his ear and he ripped at it to pull it out. The amount of blood that followed was surprising. I instantly put R down and grabbed for L and probably said something along the lines of THIS IS EXACTLY WHY YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO USE QTIPS in B's general direction -- although he was on the phone.
Some screaming from me for B to get his ass OFF the phone and come here RIGHT NOW insued.
Within 15 minutes, L and I were at the hospital and within a hour of that we found out that he didn't puncture his eardrum but took a gash out of the ear canal. There is blood coating the eardrum, so the dr thinks it is also scratched, but we won't be able to tell that until some of the blood clears.
Even after the cleaned the dried blood off his ear an hour later, it was still bleeding.
Oh-- and the kicker to this, because you know it has to be all about me -- I accepted a job offer while sitting in the waiting room of the ER. Not something you are likely to ever forget, huh?
L took a shower with B, was trying to clean out his ears with qtips, just like daddy and we ended up in the ER. The series of events though was a bit more hair-raising and I think took about 5 years off my life.
The boys always take showers. We started showering both of them at an early age and it just works best for us. No hanging over a tub trying to wash them, no puddles on the floor, just a quick and to the point wash. I am sure it has a lot to do with the fact that we only have 1 full bath on the main floor and the full bath downstairs is a shower only, so we all share a bathroom.
After the shower, I join everyone in the bathroom to dry the boys and put lotion on them. L got out first last night for some reason -- he usually stays in the tub and cleans up all the toys -- and as I was drying him off, R decided he had had enough of waiting and threw himself over the lip of the tub and onto his head on the tile floor. He doesn't even have a bruise this morning as a result, but seeing him shimmy his way out in the matter of 2 or 3 seconds was scary.
I grabbed him and wrapped him in a towel and tried to comfort him (my scream scared the crap outta both boys) and while I was walking around with him, calming him down, B moved onto the next stage of the shower routine and was cleaning his ears with Qtips (I KNOW -- stupid thing to do, but that is a battle I refuse to pick with my hubby when it comes to HIS ears). L of course wanted to do what his daddy was doing and he got his 2 qtips too.
Well then the normal sequence of events changed. What NORMALLY happens is B takes L to his room and gets him dressed in PJs and I take R to his room and do the same. Last night, B's work phone rang and B went to our room to get it.
L went chasing after him.
With the qtips still in his ears.
And right into my leg where I was standing in the hall calming R. The Qtip was instantly jammed into his ear and he ripped at it to pull it out. The amount of blood that followed was surprising. I instantly put R down and grabbed for L and probably said something along the lines of THIS IS EXACTLY WHY YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO USE QTIPS in B's general direction -- although he was on the phone.
Some screaming from me for B to get his ass OFF the phone and come here RIGHT NOW insued.
Within 15 minutes, L and I were at the hospital and within a hour of that we found out that he didn't puncture his eardrum but took a gash out of the ear canal. There is blood coating the eardrum, so the dr thinks it is also scratched, but we won't be able to tell that until some of the blood clears.
Even after the cleaned the dried blood off his ear an hour later, it was still bleeding.
Oh-- and the kicker to this, because you know it has to be all about me -- I accepted a job offer while sitting in the waiting room of the ER. Not something you are likely to ever forget, huh?
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