Sunday Afternoon
Sigh. . .
I need to check on a few things but I would rather just blog right now. I need to stay focused. I let my mind wander a bit and now I'm a little off center. I have some errands to run tomorrow and that means taking my kids with me. That part is ok. I hate being broke so much!!! I mean broke too. Not like 'I'm on a budget, I can't spend" It's more like "I hope the soccer camp doesn't cash the check until Wednesday or it's gonna bounce broke".
My husband got really upset with me when I said I realized he had the propensity to live at a much more severe level of survival than I do. He said I can't hold the past against him (shit, why not just the present then?). Stuff like that. It's weird when you make your mind, at least it is for me. When I become resolved I no longer have the need to fight. I don't need to prove anything or even get my point across. So when my husband said that to me (can't hold his past against him) I just said 'ok'. I think in my mind 'well I do hold it against you and I feel very foolish for not realizing this stuff at an earlier age'.
My husband is trying so hard to win back my affection - well trying really hard for someone like him. Today, however, when I asked him to put some toothpaste on my toothbrush and hand it to me (it was in the shower and so was he), he got a bit pissy. Said to me "hey just because I'm being nice don't think I'm gonna start doing a bunch of stuff for you" "pretty soon you will want me to wipe your ass".
I'd put toothpaste on his toothbrush - I've done it a lot over the years. I know I haven't asked him to do that more than 5 times in 18 years, but OK, whatever. Ok enough of my pissing and moaning.
On Tuesday, there is going to be a meeting for the mom's who can help take care of Christopher this summer. I am going to volunteer to watch him for a week. Christopher is Margie's son (she just died of brain cancer). I want to help and I'm glad my brain is clear enough to have the desire to help with the care of Christopher. That right there is the stuff that counts. What am I doing to help to help man-kind?
Later Ya Freaks!!! Lisa
I need to check on a few things but I would rather just blog right now. I need to stay focused. I let my mind wander a bit and now I'm a little off center. I have some errands to run tomorrow and that means taking my kids with me. That part is ok. I hate being broke so much!!! I mean broke too. Not like 'I'm on a budget, I can't spend" It's more like "I hope the soccer camp doesn't cash the check until Wednesday or it's gonna bounce broke".
My husband got really upset with me when I said I realized he had the propensity to live at a much more severe level of survival than I do. He said I can't hold the past against him (shit, why not just the present then?). Stuff like that. It's weird when you make your mind, at least it is for me. When I become resolved I no longer have the need to fight. I don't need to prove anything or even get my point across. So when my husband said that to me (can't hold his past against him) I just said 'ok'. I think in my mind 'well I do hold it against you and I feel very foolish for not realizing this stuff at an earlier age'.
My husband is trying so hard to win back my affection - well trying really hard for someone like him. Today, however, when I asked him to put some toothpaste on my toothbrush and hand it to me (it was in the shower and so was he), he got a bit pissy. Said to me "hey just because I'm being nice don't think I'm gonna start doing a bunch of stuff for you" "pretty soon you will want me to wipe your ass".
I'd put toothpaste on his toothbrush - I've done it a lot over the years. I know I haven't asked him to do that more than 5 times in 18 years, but OK, whatever. Ok enough of my pissing and moaning.
On Tuesday, there is going to be a meeting for the mom's who can help take care of Christopher this summer. I am going to volunteer to watch him for a week. Christopher is Margie's son (she just died of brain cancer). I want to help and I'm glad my brain is clear enough to have the desire to help with the care of Christopher. That right there is the stuff that counts. What am I doing to help to help man-kind?
Later Ya Freaks!!! Lisa
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