Do you ever just stop, mid step, and think about how perfect life is?
I mean everyone wants to win the lottery and never worry about bills and such, but beyond that, do you ever stop and count how many wonderful things are in your life?
And when you do, a glow sort of envelopes you, and you stand there holding an empty coffee cup and just smile?
You feel an irresistible urge to grab who ever is closest and kiss them?
That was my weekend.
I really really really hate having things to do.
Tonight:
I have to do the dishes. It’s five to twelve at night.
I have to sweep the floors. It’s still five to twelve.
I have to remember to preset the coffee machine and pick up all the toys.
I have to get up in the morning. On a Saturday.
That’s damn near criminal.
In the morning :
I have to get all the kids dressed and pack their dress clothes so they can be changed and ready for when we pick them up.
I have to get me dressed, do my hair - I have no idea what i am going to do with it. I suppose a messy pony tail is out, eh?
I have to get my fake nails glued on, but make sure I do it last so I don’t break any.
I have to convince the husband to shave and dress in anything but the jeans with holes.
I have too much to do.
I won’t be around. No post for Saturday. I don;t think anyway. we will be a t a wedding till late… maybe I can get one in on Sunday but we have crap to do then too.
Monday. I will be back for sure Monday.
Now it is three minutes to twelve, I really have to go!
Have a great weekend!
Again! I did it again! HELP!
oh dear oh dear oh dear!
I’m in trouble.
Shit and fuck~
So every Friday that weirdo who keeps asking me to play with his weenie gets up at five and goes to work. He wakes me up on his way out and I grab my blankie and sleep on the couch until seven thirty when HG’s parent’s drop her off.
Only. HG isn’t coming tomorrow morning. Meaning I will sleep in, and once again, I will hear “But you always sleep in on daddy’s early day!” In that mad disgusted tone only teenagers, who think their parents are total retards, get. Except he is seven and has already mastered that tone. *Now free with your order of Teen Tone! Clenched Fists and barely restrained tears!!1!*
Le Sigh.
Anyone feel like calling me at seven thirty?
Fuckkk.
OK fine, ignore my angst. Giggle at my turmoil, point if you must.
I think it is time to get Rainbow Man his own alarm clock so he can start waking ME up on daddies early day!
And also? I had a super wonderful day today. Really, we made cookies and watched Jaws and I felt like singing and laughing all day long. Until of course I realized the above.
You can stop laughing now…
***EDIT***
Please feel free to start pointing and giggling again. After a lively argument discussion with RM this morning (Mother Marnee called and woke me up) I called the school.
Turns out there is no school today. I could have slept in after all.
Last night when I got home from my weekly coffee extravaganza with BFF Kissy, I hopped immediately in the bathtub. I lit the candle Rainbow Man made for me at school for Mothers Day and I finished the third book of Harry Potter.
I had planned on just a short bath, something to warm me up and wash me down, but I ended up staying in until the water was freezing.
When I realized it was so late I had to make a decision whether I would post then, despite the late hour, or wait until the morning. When the husband suggested we practice inserting Peg A into Slot B just in case we ever bought Ikea furniture, I chose to go to bed with him rather than post.
I’m sure you understand.
The next few weeks will be very easy for me. HG, the two year old I baby sit will be spending time with her grandparents while her mom and dad go on their honey moon. I have spent the last two years playing with her five days a week, so I think this is going to be very weird. For example. I just fed the boys popcorn for lunch.
Blue Boy was sitting in Stupermans room singing Quints’ Show Me The Way To Go Home song. Without looking at the clock I asked them If they wanted to watch Jaws for six millionth time. They quickly screamed yes. After I had the disk in, I looked at the time, surprised to see it was already noon. Thats where the decision to feed them popcorn came from.,
That link up there, by the way, is BB singing the song two years ago when he was three. He knows the words better now, but it is still awfully cute!
Ahh yes, speaking of videos, I use You tube, and will be switching from public to private on all of my videos. If I need to link a video in a post, like I have done above, I will switch it’s setting to public for the day of that post only, then it will go back to private.
I am not sure how the private function for You Tube works yet. I assume I will get a password or a special link. Or maybe approved people will be on a list. If you have left a comment on BPR in the last six months - that does not concern the length of my penis - email me at bluepaintred at gmail dot com and I will make sure that whatever the form of security, you will be on it.
Have a great day, Because I hear Stuperman calling me : “I spilled again mommy!”
This morning I was horribly and rudely betrayed by a very dear friend of mine.
This friend, with whom I had spent countless nights chatting about anything and everything, oh - how she broke my heart.
I used to talk to her first thing in the morning, while I made my first pot of coffee. We checked our email together and discussed our blogger pals. We were inseparable. Everything, we did it together.
I remember this one time, when she came down with a nasty bug. I was the one who got her prescriptions and held her hair while she spewed all over my counter. I was the one who held her hand. I loved her.
I guess I still do, but it hurts. It was so sudden.
Up until mid-morning, all was right in my world. Right up until I checked my email. It was like my whole world crashed. Slow motion it seemed, but it happened so very fast.
One minute were chatting and the next, it was over. Done.
I still don’t know why. It was as if she was broken, somewhere deep inside, some dark place where our friendship didn’t count anymore. She didn’t care about how much I needed her. She didn’t care how much her leaving distressed me. My screen flashed and she spewed angry, incomprehensible words at me. And then there was silence.
But thats OK, I had the last word. I leaned in really close and whispered into her keyboard; You can be replaced Bitch.
And she was.
*In case you didn’t catch on, my laptop died this morning, breaking my heart. But with much sucking begging, The Husband agreed that a new laptop would make a perfectly good Birthday gift for me. He Bought it tonight. Its all silver and shiny. I did not remind him that my birthday is in July.*
**Also. I have no bookmarks. That bitch took them to the grave with her. Can some one send the link to Stacy’s Trivia Challenge? And email addresses. I have no emails stored anymore! I need some! How can I email without addresses!!
