Yep... been home long enough

I can now say that indeed I have been home long enough; Bubba my darling husband finds it necessary to leave a list each morning of things he believes I should be doing...  Then he yells at me for driving from one end of town to the other...

Make up my freaking mind either I'm on medical leave or I'm home sitting on my backside!

I have to retell the story of Saturday night, you simply cannot give my husband more than two choices... it's like some kind of brain freeze happens and he can't make up his freaking mind.  First we go to dinner, I was gone all day as was he, off riding Lulu and that made for happiness on both sides of the couch.  We go have Mexican, now this place is all about choices, I get a taco, simple basic done.   My darling husband has choices, taco, burrito, enchilada, four kinds of meat, toppings, etc, etc, etc... needless to say this take a while.   He finally makes a decision, the starts asking questions... heaven help me.  I have learned not to say anything... it just leads to a fight, and really not in the mood for a public display of foolishness.

We get through dinner - no worries there.  I realize that Saturday was a very busy day, I was tired.   Post dinner we head to the big, cool grocery store, needed something to finish dinner for Sunday night - at 8:30 PM after a very busy day for me... my husband decided he wanted to shop.  Yeah... so we wander and he looks and I wonder how long we will indeed be in this store.  Now he has decided that he wants to see the bulk candy aisle.   Now I know I'm in big trouble, an entire aisle of nothing but choices, chocolate, sweets, tart... I kid you not that he walked around from one end to the other and around the center set up for 10 minutes... yes I timed it.  We all have our little techniques in order not to be the newest member of Orange is the New Black.  (about a women's prison for those not in the know) ... the chant that I will not do well in prison isn't working because well, I've been home and not working for 2 weeks... I found a way to entertain myself.

So after 10 solid minutes of wandering about, so many choices... he finally grabs a bag, and I kid you not - another 6 minutes go by while he wanders and makes his oh so careful selections.  Rare gems, coins, it's freaking candy.  Pick what you like and get this over with... I mean seriously.  20 minutes on candy.

Sunday was a much more enjoyable day - we got up and moving, we went with friends to our favorite Cajun place in VA.   Kitchen was a little slow but otherwise a great brunch.   A lovely day to drive over the river, and enjoy someone elses company.

We are now down to one week left in my medical leave, the week I return will be seriously long, and I cap it off with a long day with 7 hours of driving to and from the Eastern Shore of Maryland.  It will be a long a$$ day.. I plan to bring reading material.  And maybe asking the doctor for a method to have caffiene in a constant drip... but that would probably have a need for needles and frankly I've had enough. 

Final story of the weekend, Sunday morning, Bubba gets up, and hits the shower, I was already up and had let Shelby out and fed her breakfast.  Post Bubba getting his morning routine complete it was my turn.  Post my morning routine, I came downstairs, took a sniff - and yep.  Shelby present in the laundry room.  Now I can't blame the dog, I would lay good money she tried to get Bubba's attention, but he was on the computer - work related, and he has the ability to focus on ONE thing at the time.  So, I get a bag, clean things up, toss the rug in the washer with some other things and get rid of the evidence, it makes for a more peaceful morning, for all of us. 

All righty then --- off to pretend this is going to be a productive day.  I may just spend it reading. Oh wait I will, I have a week to finish 8 books for my conference next week.  Yikes.