A weekend of events and cold that is trying to kill me

 To say it was a busy weekend, there was a lot going on.  Now DH (Darling Husband) has been fighting a cold all last week.  We pushed the drugs - I pushed him to the other side of the bed, but alas Friday morning I woke with a head clogged full of crap and no OTC medication putting a dent in it. 

Friday was Dad's appreciation dinner, Shriner's event, dinner with the family, less my sister who was wheeling her way home from a work event in Oklahoma! of all places.  Ate dinner, got a present - wasn't expecting - and went home and went to bed.  I was feeling awful!  

Up Saturday morning - later than usual, got my hair done and basically sat around all day before we went to my company's Holiday party.  Which actually was quite nice, came home, and went to bed.  Slept in Sunday morning later than usual!  Putzed, took my father-in-law out to a very nice dinner, really enjoyed it.  I know they feel bad that their daughter (DH's Sister) won't talk to them. I feel bad but its their bed and they made it. 

Last night I was awake half the night and decided to stay home and work at home.  No one saw it was a problem - after they heard me.  It's better I am home  And going to bed early tonight. 

So in a new twist in the daily living; I get a call from my father.  HE wanted to vent! About my mother and the incident that occurred between my brother and our mother.  Apparently my mother had to say in the middle of the kids party at the Shrine that she would never move in with her children - aka him.  As right now - my poor brother is having to re-arrange his house and his life to move his father-in-law into his home. Yeah.  I know my parents are disappointed, as they give him a ton load of fancy tools and now they are buried in the garage because of dogs, puppies and now fathers-in-law.  I get it - but its his life, family and wife.  Mama - as much as you want to still be mama-bear and protect your boy - his life has been his for neigh on 25 plus years, he's got kids and wife and while his decisions or lack there of to keep peace in his house do not match our thoughts - its all his. 

I called my sister - who thinks like my mama, everything is a deal - big or otherwise - Sis is getting better and I learned that my brother called my sister and they talked.  I think that was a wonderful development.  So the kids have talked and now we have to see what the devil is whispering in my mother's ear to stay such stupid things.  You can think things aren't right - but saying it - well some things are best left unsaid. 

It serves the household here when dealing with the other side of the family. No one wants to hear that their decisions aren't good, right, or going to get you or someone on a right path - you can't change it.  You can't fix what you think is stupid, but you can stand by and offer a hand up with things slip.  And that hand comes with words of "I love you" and "I'm sorry" and keep the "I told yous" to yourself.  

Or find a friend, have lunch, vent and release it all to the universe, it will absorb it and not land on your family. 

Still love them all - goofy decisions - and I'm sure they all scratch their heads at mine too... goes around and comes back and bites you in the backside. 

Lucky, Lucky, Girl - she is me.

 I told you yesterday of the whoops I made with funding a project.  Spoke to the boss today about something else - and casually mentioned it - he said, "Hey finance never raised a flag, we spent per instructions.  Some more than others."  

Now we have a new project, people are covered and all is right in his world.  And now mine.

I am a very very lucky girl.  Whew. 

So, today I am working on being productive, of course when I have a plan things get tossed into my mix, and I have other things to deal with, but again.  Not bored, covered by project that pay our bills and few worries on life in general.  

It begs a question, how did I get so lucky?  Now my husband the luckiest SOB I've ever met says you make your own luck.  Good decisions.  While yes, making better choices does help with some things falling into place, sometimes stuff just happens, it is also your reaction to those bad times that make or break you as well. 

As I am honestly battling the mood issues of menopause I constantly remind myself how VERY lucky I am in all my aspects of life.  Health, job, funds, home, love and the ability to do as I please.  Not many people can say that.  

As I hear the church bells from across the street - I send up a prayer to my God, who in spite of all my failings still sees fit to watch over me and protect me from my stupid self.  While some may not hold the same beliefs as I do - its all good.  Everyone has their thing, and you do you.  If everyone lived by these words, let people live and shut the devil up about the rest - what a place we would be!

All right with a growing to-do list and things to accomplish today - off we go!

Knock on wood, or what ever lucky habit you have, take a moment to appreciate one positive thing in your day, trust me you'll feel better for it. 

Aunt Ing 

Work blow up...

 OK so I really blew something up big time at work.   

My job is to watch the numbers and boy did I miss this one.  I just sent my boss very bad news that I can't cover his team on a project.  

and now 30 minutes later I just got an email that funds are coming for the new project so I might be covered.  

So whew - maybe.  But still boy did I @#$% this up 

DH (Darling Husband) has been fighting a cold for the last 4 days, no medication works for him, he's bought his own, so you know it will work much better.  Up side is we've been going to bed early so I'm well rested.  

This weekend is a buzz of stuff to do, as is the rest of the week, but somehow I will figure out a way to do it.   Quick hit - brain hurts... 

Two years and not much has changed...

 Type or murder.  LOL.  Darling husband will never change only my reaction will make a difference.  I decided this morning while walking our dog that I will get back to sending my random thoughts out to the bits and bytes of the internet.  Why?  Because I will not do well in jail, and I assume murder is messy. 

Darling husband or DH as I will now call him, has been fighting a cold for the past two days.  Oh joy.  I have been pumping fluids and drugs on him, but according to the expert that DH is, "nothing works".  If I were a betting woman I would say that he took one dose at o-dark-early and didn't bother a second all day.  so um yeah... but you can't tell HIM that. 

We are into December  - 2023 blew by in a fit of Hurricane Jerry and life in general.  Of course I am trying to fit it all into a 24 hour day with 26 hours of stuff to get done.  Some how we manage.  WE - ha ha ha ... there is no WE.  It's ME!  Baking, cleaning, wrapping and generally handling life as per usual only on Christmas jolly steroids.  Even without a cold, DH is as useful as tits on a bull. 

Menopause is not helping my mental state, all the way back in February, when I noticed my moods in odd places, I made the effort to contact a medical professional.  His answer was medication.  I tried version 1 for 1 day.  Because I like my head attached to my body and the ability to add 2+2 without having to triple check in because it "didn't look right"  NOT kidding. 

So, call to doc, medical version 2.  That lasted 3 days, and again head detachment, which took another 2 days to get out of my system and be a functional adult again.  Sweet lord who lives on this crap??  so no meds and I am frankly toughing it out.  So blogging.  Since the internet says ways to help with mood swings is diet and exercise - giving up caffeine, sugar and alcohol are not options I care to explore.  And frankly those options would make Aunt Ing a very unhappy camper on the outside as well as the inside.  So today boys and girls, I am wrangling things into a messy bundle and kicking it into the corner.  I will get ONE thing on my work to-do list done, and I know I'll get at least two things on my at home list done, as I include walking the dog and making dinner.  

Goals it's good to have goals. 

Stay tuned for more adventures in the land of the crazy lady.  Short post as I'm working on that one thing done at work today.  

It's type or kill him...

 These are my options right now.... everything has managed to piss off my darling husband lately. 

Last night - it was camp cake, I don't know by looking at two lumps of tin foil which one has cherries and which one does not -- OPEN IT AND FIND OUT.... like I did.  It is not so freaking hard to deal with life yourself.  But apparently it is... 

Today has been been very interesting my sister calls at 8:15 in the morning... she needs someone to be with her daughter while she takes the the 12th vacation this summer.  With her boy toy - this would be the second one with him. My sister's darling ex-husband doesn't want to deal with his own daughter -- so I volunteered to go up and stay with her.  I tell my darling husband this information -- his response.  So you're not going into the office next week?   No - but its not a major thing.

Then he says - why do you need to go in at all?  I said that the senior management is strongly recommended that we start to come in several days a week.  He basically asked why do I go it at all??  Because if I don't get out of this house for a couple of days I will murder him. 

I know what he is thinking - it is inconvenient for his royal highness to get home and take care of the dog before I get home.... poor baby.  You have to take care of a dog you wanted, do SOMETHING. 

Mom has texted she's going to kill my father so it might be something in the air lately.  My father forgot the beach chairs - she's stressed about the trip the entire process but she won't let some things go. 

I did tell him to unplug what ever has crawled up his ass lately and chill the F out... but we know that isn't going to happen. 

All right --- logging off for now... he's upstairs and frankly he stay there all night. 

Man-splaining

 No not a man explaining things to me... I am asking for someone to explain my man to ME.... 

This morning - my darling husband decided he wanted to have  full conversation -- with him on the first floor and me on the second trying to get into the shower.... there was a lot of "WHAT?"

AND he also tried to tell me to open the windows because the temperature was nice outside... its also raining cats and dogs from the left overs of Hurricane Ida.  What window would you like me to open dear?   I know you've been outside - that liquid stuff falling from the sky will come into the house if you open the windows - even if it cool and nice outside. 

I got no reply when I shouted that question from the second floor to the first... not surprised in the least. 

Changed my schedule this week - usually Wednesday and Thursday in the office now - but since I needed to drive today - cheapo said to go in yesterday and drive from here today... but considering the weather I can't feel too bad. 

It is now later, the bafflement of husband thinking has abated now I am struggling with other things work related,  I had a crap mid-year review and now I am faced with a year end review and I am finding this to be the 6th circle of hell... stay tuned. 

I worked hard to address issues with things that were addressed but I just don't feel like I am part of a team -and for me that is a serious problem. 

I think I'm going to take the dog for a walk - and breathe deeply.  

Later!

Ten AM and I'm already tired...

 I actually slept last night so why am I so tired?   I am sitting here in the basement working at home on a Friday - all good.  Bob is at the dining room table working on his couple of hours on Friday.  I have ear buds in and life is groovy - until something has set off my darling husband and the banging of chairs and stomping over my head has begun.  

My thoughts... it must be exhausting to be him.  It used to take a lot to upset me at work like that - now it really doesn't.  I get more frustrated with myself than anything else.  But I stupidly went upstairs  really had to go... and didn't say a word, I took care of business, got a glass of water, gave the dog a cookie and she smartly followed me back down stairs.

The stomping has stopped, but the muttering was on going as I made my way downstairs... I shut the door and put ear buds in.  Oh I still hear the chair pounding and stomping but at least the muttering will be minimized. 

Apparently "we" are still in a snit... of course 10 minutes into a meeting he's yelling downstairs - "I'm in a meeting!!"  now if the situations were reverse - oh the wailing and gnashing of teeth that would occur... but I digress... so meeting done, he's away from his laptop -- I call and he asked me for -- wait for it -- a stamp.

I asked you couldn't wait for me to come upstairs to ask for a stamp?? He said he wanted to catch the mailman... now our regular guy has been out for a while so we've been getting mail at like 4PM and he knows this and gets all cranky when I mentioned that there was a mail box 2 blocks away, another a 2 minute drive - and I said I would take it because I have to swing by the library and return my books today... and he gets bitchy because he said how the heck he would know that I was going to the library.   That is not the crux of the argument - it is you needed something right at this minute and regardless of what I am doing - you needed it and that was the most important thing.  Like a 4 year old. 

Heavens that is depressing -- but I've known that forever - I just keep it in the back of my mind and something when stomping and chair slamming starts again it comes roaring back again... *sigh* 

We both got home early last night - me because he wasn't sure he would get home in time to pick up the pupper from Doggie Day care, he did.  We went together, and as I was pulling into the garage -- and I decided I wanted ice cream - so down the road we went and got sundaes before dinner!  It was nice and fun... happiness!  Bob was discussing (yesterday) how happy he was with his schedule.  And see the flames of slamming this morning... I started to say lol... but more... womp womp...

All right -- back to work and avoiding Capt Crankypants.  Yeah we're back to that beloved title. All though we do see the Captain less and less so we'll take the wins when we can get them.