Several years ago my dog died. I was away on vacation and the girl who was "dog sitting" called my best friend, Sharon, to inform her that the dog was dead. Sharon called me in Florida to give me the news. She then did something that I thought was the most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for me. Sharon went to my house and, (after disposing of the dog), picked up all of the dog toys, dishes, bowls, bones and bedding and took them to her house. She did this so I wouldn't have to come home to the empty house and see these things that reminded me of my pet.
Tonight I came back from Ft. Lauderdale and visiting Kent and Kristen and walked into a house filled with toys that are left from my 2 little grand daughters visiting. Kaelin flew home this afternoon with her mom and dad and Abby is leaving tomorrow. It is far worse than after my dog died. Here are all the toys that Kaelin and I played with over the past 10 days. The blocks that we gave her for Christmas that caused so many high pitched screeches as they came crashing to the floor. The baby dolls and stroller that were scattered through the house waiting for the next tea party to begin. The endless Minnie Mouse marathons on the DVD player. A ball pit, shopping basket, mini kitchen set, hot wheel cars and track, books and puzzles. They are all here with no one to play with them. I am sitting her sobbing and wishing Christmas could go on forever but only if it is shared with a 2 and a 5 year old. This was the best Christmas yet and I can't imagine how I will survive the next month or so till I see these little ones again. I know that in a day or two things will return to "normal" for us and we will be "back in our routine" but for the time being I feel like my life has been emptied of all joy and happiness because these 2 little girls have returned home. This is so much worse than when the dog died but the good thing is,
I will see the girls again and I will be so busy putting all these toys away that I probably won't miss them for long.
Happy New Year to all.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Christmas Cheer
Rah Rah . . . sis boom bah . . . humbug . . . F . . . this holiday shit !
I AM NOT a Scrooge by nature. I try to see the good in people and events but I am hard pressed to remain cheerful at this particular moment in time. I NEED to write and vent so please just let me get it out and hopefully move on to a happier place.
Let me set the scene: Today is Christmas "Adam". (The day before Christmas Eve because Adam came before Eve.) My wonderful Granddaughter Kaelin is here with her mom and dad. That is GOOD ! Kent and Kristen and Mookie the dog were here for the day. That is Good. The weather is sunny but cool. That is GOOD. The house is ready, the gifts are wrapped, the cards are sent. That is ALL GOOD. I AM EXHAUSTED ! That is NOT good. My kitchen is piled high with dirty dishes and pots, food is sitting out, the laundry is over flowing the laundry room and THE HUSBAND IS WATCHING TV ! This is all NOT GOOD.
To be fair, he has asked " W H A T C A N I D O T O H E L P ?" Now I have 2, no 3, choices here . . . 1. Stop and take the time to slowly tell him step by step what he can do to help, (which would take me more time than if I actually do it myself), 2. Just say, "No thanks, I've got it covered", 0r 3. Begin screaming "What the 'f' is your problem that you can't see what needs to be done without me asking you . . . *&%$#%&*%#@#^%*&*&%^%$@@!$$ ".
I have opted for choice # 2 since it is Christmas and murder is frowned upon in the state of Florida. But I have chosen #2 with a minor time out to write this blog while waiting for the Valium to kick in. If I had remained in the kitchen I would probably have gone straight to choice #3 and been heading for Mexico to hide from the police.
I really don't get it guys . . . please tell me that you truly are just stupid idiots and cannot clean a house without someone telling you exactly what to do. Because I would hate to think that you are the self centered, lazy sons of bitches that I have come to think you are. This whole "poor me, I'm a man and don't know how to clean", shit is getting mighty old.
And so, for my Holiday Cheer . . . Here goes . . .
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR,
GET YOUR ASS UP OFF THE FLOOR.
PICK UP YOUR SHOES AND DIRTY PANTS
SWEEP THE FLOOR, WATER THE PLANTS.
GET OUT THE VACUUM, COOK SOME FOOD,
WASH THE DISHES, IT MIGHT CHANGE MY MOOD.
DON'T JUST SIT AND PISS AT ME
OR I'LL BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH A CHRISTMAS TREE !
(And don't plan on "getting any" for the next 12 months, you freaking idiot !)
MERRY CHRISTMAS LADIES. HOPE YOUR HOLIDAY IS FILLED WITH PEACE, JOY AND AN HELPFUL HUSBAND.
I AM NOT a Scrooge by nature. I try to see the good in people and events but I am hard pressed to remain cheerful at this particular moment in time. I NEED to write and vent so please just let me get it out and hopefully move on to a happier place.
Let me set the scene: Today is Christmas "Adam". (The day before Christmas Eve because Adam came before Eve.) My wonderful Granddaughter Kaelin is here with her mom and dad. That is GOOD ! Kent and Kristen and Mookie the dog were here for the day. That is Good. The weather is sunny but cool. That is GOOD. The house is ready, the gifts are wrapped, the cards are sent. That is ALL GOOD. I AM EXHAUSTED ! That is NOT good. My kitchen is piled high with dirty dishes and pots, food is sitting out, the laundry is over flowing the laundry room and THE HUSBAND IS WATCHING TV ! This is all NOT GOOD.
To be fair, he has asked " W H A T C A N I D O T O H E L P ?" Now I have 2, no 3, choices here . . . 1. Stop and take the time to slowly tell him step by step what he can do to help, (which would take me more time than if I actually do it myself), 2. Just say, "No thanks, I've got it covered", 0r 3. Begin screaming "What the 'f' is your problem that you can't see what needs to be done without me asking you . . . *&%$#%&*%#@#^%*&*&%^%$@@!$$ ".
I have opted for choice # 2 since it is Christmas and murder is frowned upon in the state of Florida. But I have chosen #2 with a minor time out to write this blog while waiting for the Valium to kick in. If I had remained in the kitchen I would probably have gone straight to choice #3 and been heading for Mexico to hide from the police.
I really don't get it guys . . . please tell me that you truly are just stupid idiots and cannot clean a house without someone telling you exactly what to do. Because I would hate to think that you are the self centered, lazy sons of bitches that I have come to think you are. This whole "poor me, I'm a man and don't know how to clean", shit is getting mighty old.
And so, for my Holiday Cheer . . . Here goes . . .
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR,
GET YOUR ASS UP OFF THE FLOOR.
PICK UP YOUR SHOES AND DIRTY PANTS
SWEEP THE FLOOR, WATER THE PLANTS.
GET OUT THE VACUUM, COOK SOME FOOD,
WASH THE DISHES, IT MIGHT CHANGE MY MOOD.
DON'T JUST SIT AND PISS AT ME
OR I'LL BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH A CHRISTMAS TREE !
(And don't plan on "getting any" for the next 12 months, you freaking idiot !)
MERRY CHRISTMAS LADIES. HOPE YOUR HOLIDAY IS FILLED WITH PEACE, JOY AND AN HELPFUL HUSBAND.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Gonna Be a Man
Last Thursday, Thanksgiving, my daughter-in-law, Kristen, and I were in the kitchen cleaning up after the feast. The "BOYS" had taken over the den . . . Kent asleep on the couch and Ger in his recliner half dozing in front of a football game. AND ALL WAS WELL WITH THE WORLD ! Isn't that the way Thanksgiving is always pictured on TV and the magazines? Kristen looked at me and said, "I want to come back as a man". And the two of us burst into laughter. She is so young and already so wise.
Not to put down the guys out there but honestly, what is with you men? You didn't help with the preparation, (Ger hurt his knee so he couldn't stand.) you didn't help with the cleaning, (Ger WAS helping vacuum when he hurt his knee), and now you are not helping with the cleanup. (To be honest, even if he hadn't hurt his knee you and I both know he would not be helping anyway.) Did I miss some fine print in my marriage vows that stated "husband will rest, wife will work"? I know there are men out there who are very involved in their home life. My oldest son is a perfect example of that. He helps make up menus & shopping lists, he helps shop and cook and clean up. He even makes his own lunches to take to work. How did this happen ? He is my son and he knows enough to HELP his wife. Then we have the youngest son. To be fair, he has been working on projects for their newly purchased home but he doesn't cook, clean or shop. What did I do with Kyle that I failed to do with Kent? Or what didn't I do ? (Or maybe it has nothing to do with me . . . I just feel guilty because that's what mothers do.) Is it all about the wives? I know f I tried to be the "perfect" wife when I got married. Wives are supposed to cater to their husbands every whim, aren't they? That's what my mother did, that's what my mother-in-law did so I guessed that was what I was supposed to do. WRONG !! It's too late for me but I swear I taught my daughter better and I am trying to get this message through to Kristen before it is too late. Bridget, (Kyle's wife) is great. She is a strong, no nonsense young woman who is not about to be taken advantage of. YOU GO GIRL ! Kristen is a mini me. I keep telling her to kick Kent's butt and get him involved in EVERYTHING around the house. None of this "man's work & woman's work" shit ! If you live here, you need to get off your ass and help with everything from making the bed to doing the laundry. It was one thing when I was home all the time and Ger was working 2 jobs . . . WHAT ! . . . that is a crock of poopie ! I was home with 3 kids, running to school, doctors, grocery stores, post office, and numerous soccer and baseball games. But I bought into the lie because I was stupid. DON'T MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE ! A family is only as strong as the team that makes it a family and you remember that old saying;
TEAM DOESN'T HAVE AN 'I' IN IT".
Come on Kristen, You can do it . . . be a MAN !
Not to put down the guys out there but honestly, what is with you men? You didn't help with the preparation, (Ger hurt his knee so he couldn't stand.) you didn't help with the cleaning, (Ger WAS helping vacuum when he hurt his knee), and now you are not helping with the cleanup. (To be honest, even if he hadn't hurt his knee you and I both know he would not be helping anyway.) Did I miss some fine print in my marriage vows that stated "husband will rest, wife will work"? I know there are men out there who are very involved in their home life. My oldest son is a perfect example of that. He helps make up menus & shopping lists, he helps shop and cook and clean up. He even makes his own lunches to take to work. How did this happen ? He is my son and he knows enough to HELP his wife. Then we have the youngest son. To be fair, he has been working on projects for their newly purchased home but he doesn't cook, clean or shop. What did I do with Kyle that I failed to do with Kent? Or what didn't I do ? (Or maybe it has nothing to do with me . . . I just feel guilty because that's what mothers do.) Is it all about the wives? I know f I tried to be the "perfect" wife when I got married. Wives are supposed to cater to their husbands every whim, aren't they? That's what my mother did, that's what my mother-in-law did so I guessed that was what I was supposed to do. WRONG !! It's too late for me but I swear I taught my daughter better and I am trying to get this message through to Kristen before it is too late. Bridget, (Kyle's wife) is great. She is a strong, no nonsense young woman who is not about to be taken advantage of. YOU GO GIRL ! Kristen is a mini me. I keep telling her to kick Kent's butt and get him involved in EVERYTHING around the house. None of this "man's work & woman's work" shit ! If you live here, you need to get off your ass and help with everything from making the bed to doing the laundry. It was one thing when I was home all the time and Ger was working 2 jobs . . . WHAT ! . . . that is a crock of poopie ! I was home with 3 kids, running to school, doctors, grocery stores, post office, and numerous soccer and baseball games. But I bought into the lie because I was stupid. DON'T MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE ! A family is only as strong as the team that makes it a family and you remember that old saying;
TEAM DOESN'T HAVE AN 'I' IN IT".
Come on Kristen, You can do it . . . be a MAN !
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