Both of us were working late tonight, what is becoming all too common lately. When we finally get home tonight I start to think while we're warming up some leftovers for dinner. Sometimes I think I get so caught up in all the nights that we don't get to spend any time together, that I loose sight of the times that we do get to spend together.
At that moment when we're both trying to get everything ready in our too small kitchen and the cat is meowing like crazy because he's so happy we're finally home, I was just so thankful. After our long day even though we don't have a ton of time together we had that moment so share our experiences and share that meal together. Those moments are the things that help me get through the madness that is our life.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Oh Valentine's Day...
I have to say that I'm not really a fan. It's an opinion that I carried over from my bitter single days. All those men being all googly, spending crazy amounts of money on flowers and chocolate, when half the time they can't even remember to put the seat down after they pee. It's just stupid.
Leave it to me to marry possibly the most sappy man on the planet. He's the guy that spends the time wandering down the aisle at Hallmark trying to find that "perfect" card. The card that will bring tears to my eyes as I read it. The man who told me that he would've felt empty inside if he didn't spend way too much money on that bouquet of red roses. The man who told me that he had to buy me more than just that Toblerone bar, because what good husband just buys his wife a Toblerone for Valentine's day?
Fast forward to the Monday following Valentine's Day (a holiday for us). I'm rushing around the apartment trying to tidy up, get the dishes done and get dinner thrown in the slow cooker before we have to rush out the door to meet friends for an afternoon movie.
Where is that fabulous, romantic husband while I'm doing all this? Sitting leisurely enjoying his lunch, completely oblivious to the crazy, seething woman that is running around like a crazy person.
I'm starting to think that instead of that Toblerone, I would rather he offer to take out the last load of laundry out of the dryer and fold it without me having to remind him that his boxer shorts did not clean and dry themselves. Instead of the roses, I would rather he wipe the counter and stove down after every meal so I don't have to scrub it.
I think next year I will put these items on my Valentine's list.
Leave it to me to marry possibly the most sappy man on the planet. He's the guy that spends the time wandering down the aisle at Hallmark trying to find that "perfect" card. The card that will bring tears to my eyes as I read it. The man who told me that he would've felt empty inside if he didn't spend way too much money on that bouquet of red roses. The man who told me that he had to buy me more than just that Toblerone bar, because what good husband just buys his wife a Toblerone for Valentine's day?
Fast forward to the Monday following Valentine's Day (a holiday for us). I'm rushing around the apartment trying to tidy up, get the dishes done and get dinner thrown in the slow cooker before we have to rush out the door to meet friends for an afternoon movie.
Where is that fabulous, romantic husband while I'm doing all this? Sitting leisurely enjoying his lunch, completely oblivious to the crazy, seething woman that is running around like a crazy person.
I'm starting to think that instead of that Toblerone, I would rather he offer to take out the last load of laundry out of the dryer and fold it without me having to remind him that his boxer shorts did not clean and dry themselves. Instead of the roses, I would rather he wipe the counter and stove down after every meal so I don't have to scrub it.
I think next year I will put these items on my Valentine's list.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Done with Winter
I am done, finished, finito. I want winter to be over!!!
Now don't get me wrong, normally I love winter. I love watching the snow fall, having everything that is normall all icky and ugly all covered in beautiful fluffy snowflakes. This year though, I am not a fan.
We have had three storms in less than two weeks. It seems like all we do is shovel, shovel, shovel. To make matters worse we're renters of a basement apartment, so we're parking on the street. Oh how fun it is to dig the car out of that! Combine that with the fact that Andre drives a shuttle bus for a living, I am a nervous mess everytime that we're having a storm and he is at work.
So now even though I don't have to work until late afternoon tomorrow I will have to get up early to help shovel the car out before Andre has to leave for work at 11. What a good little wifey I am :o)
Now don't get me wrong, normally I love winter. I love watching the snow fall, having everything that is normall all icky and ugly all covered in beautiful fluffy snowflakes. This year though, I am not a fan.
We have had three storms in less than two weeks. It seems like all we do is shovel, shovel, shovel. To make matters worse we're renters of a basement apartment, so we're parking on the street. Oh how fun it is to dig the car out of that! Combine that with the fact that Andre drives a shuttle bus for a living, I am a nervous mess everytime that we're having a storm and he is at work.
So now even though I don't have to work until late afternoon tomorrow I will have to get up early to help shovel the car out before Andre has to leave for work at 11. What a good little wifey I am :o)
Friday, February 8, 2008
The Man-Cold Phemomenon
So two days this week I was at home sick with the stomach flu. I'm now almost 100% and back to the grind.
I knew I was in trouble last night when Mr M started to complain that his stomach was upset. Because it couldn't possibly be *just* a stomach ache. He was dying. So to make a long story very short he was sick once and spent half the night lying on the couch moaning and groaning. It didn't matter that I was so sick two days earlier I was almost in convulsions on the bathroom floor I was so ill.
Why is it that when we get sick we have to keep trudging along? I mean no one else was going to wash my dirty laundry when I was sick, I had to do it. No one else was going to wash the pile of dirty dishes, I had to do it. No one else was going to make the bed, I had to do it. Yet when he gets sick he cannot bear to even get up from the bed to get a glass of water.
I think the next time I get sick I don't get just a regular cold....I want a MAN COLD, then I don't have to do anything!
I knew I was in trouble last night when Mr M started to complain that his stomach was upset. Because it couldn't possibly be *just* a stomach ache. He was dying. So to make a long story very short he was sick once and spent half the night lying on the couch moaning and groaning. It didn't matter that I was so sick two days earlier I was almost in convulsions on the bathroom floor I was so ill.
Why is it that when we get sick we have to keep trudging along? I mean no one else was going to wash my dirty laundry when I was sick, I had to do it. No one else was going to wash the pile of dirty dishes, I had to do it. No one else was going to make the bed, I had to do it. Yet when he gets sick he cannot bear to even get up from the bed to get a glass of water.
I think the next time I get sick I don't get just a regular cold....I want a MAN COLD, then I don't have to do anything!
Thursday, February 7, 2008
First Blog
So I have decided to enter the fun and exciting world of blogging! It seems like everyone has one, so I decided to start one of my own!
Right now I am sitting alone at home (ahhhh peace and quiet!) while my husband is at work. I have been at home sick for the last two days, so I guess this blog is a product of boredom as well. We'll see how long I stick to it.
Right now I am sitting alone at home (ahhhh peace and quiet!) while my husband is at work. I have been at home sick for the last two days, so I guess this blog is a product of boredom as well. We'll see how long I stick to it.
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