Yes, my last post was February ... when I supposedly gave up sweets... ha, ha, ha... needless to say I didn't make it - frankly I don't think it was a full 2 weeks... but I'm still here...
Life has been life lately, March was March and of course it's a nightmare, but we got through, April regressed weather wise - and now it's May... and it was 90 degrees yesterday.
I am in week 3 into 4 with a trainer, found this guy through the neighbors and to my surprise husband has been somewhat supportive... he's taking the dog out in the morning, so I can have that extra 45 minutes in the evening... of course he complains that she is slow, and doesn't want to go... she's an old woman and we've changed her routine... let's face it Bubba you don't get all that happy when your routine is upset and you're half that dog's age.
Yesterday afternoon my darling husband laid a piece of logic on me that I still can't fathom... we signed our wills a couple of weeks ago... they need to filed at the courthouse in the county in which we live. The courthouse is of course government... they close at 5 PM. I get home at 4:30 WITH carpool and that is near where we live - a good 20 minutes from where the courthouse is...
I am currently without carpool (more later) so things are taking longer to get home... go figure.
My husband asks me why I can't get to the courthouse and deal with this... I can't do Friday afternoons any more because that is when I meet with Mr. Trainer - I made a promise to myself and my darling then supportive husband that I would stick to this... I have been!! But now because something he wants done isn't getting done -- whoa baby.
He started to rant about Lodge bullshit and I stopped him right there -- they close at freaking 5 PM -- even if I had something lodge related -- they CLOSE BEFORE any meeting!! Dorkus! I was SO ticked yesterday I went and had my nails done, did a quick 15 minutes workout, made dinner, unloaded the dishwasher and sat down and died. Then for some reason - when to bed and laid there... and read, and read, and read.. finally fell asleep.
But can someone please explain husband logic to me, he works 15 minutes from home, the courthouse is another 10 minutes from his office... WHY can't he take those in during his lunch hour? Why do I have to do it when I work in another STATE - leave before he does and won't get home until they place is almost closed?? And WHY was it such a flipping big farting deal that you have to do something?? Oh like take an hour out of your day to deal with something that was your darn idea in the first place?? Yes, Yes, it needed to be done, but I just don't understand why he has to have such a meltdown over something so minor!!!
Let me document this past week and this week... last Monday I cancelled my girls' group meeting, tired of having two kids show up... I worked out at home, hard!, walked the dog, cooked dinner, finished laundry, bed, up early as I am every blessed morning, but no carpool, Tuesday and Wednesday I worked out, Wednesday I had Ladies' Group practice, Thursday I had a LONG day at work, then drove into DC - got all turned around because I fat fingered the addressed into my phone wrong! Thankfully that was a quick meeting and I was home about 9:30 - Friday was another kick my butt session, Saturday I went to yoga class in the morning, and did home stuff all day, Sunday I went with the neighbor to yoga class. Also... I was at the grocery store Friday, Saturday because we were out of everything, also we were doing dinner with the neighbors and I agreed to do dessert. So Saturday I baked a cake, Bubba and I went to the movies... saw the new Avengers movie.. meh. Frankly I don't need to see another one... I have seen them all, literally and figuratively. Sunday I made icing, finished the cake, did laundry, checkbook and bills. We enjoyed dinner with the neighbors and I made sure I had breakfasts ready for me this work week, and set my kitchen to rights. Included in all this are the regular things I do, walk the dog every night, dinners, clean up and general pickup. This week, Monday I had a Ladies' group meeting that of course was a long night, we welcomed two new members. I still was up early, doing my job and another guy's job who is out for the next two weeks, home, worked out at the gym for 40 minutes, walked the dog, made dinner, with homemade stuffing!!, showered, changed, and arrived at my meeting on time and ready to go. Go home late, died, and restarted Tuesday the same as Monday, last night topped off with the fight with Bubba, new nails, walked Shelby, made dinner, and died.
Today is just flipping Wednesday. The up side is I have a massage tonight, Bubba has been warned he's on his own for dinner. He has leftovers from the neighbors and all sorts of other stuff.
I'm doing the dinner for the lodge members Thursday night, I already have the chicken cooked, did that last night. All I have to do there Thursday is re-heat and cover in BBQ sauce, make a green salad, make the pasta salad and there is dinner eat this.
Now here is another piece of Bubba logic I just don't get... Thursday, I'm doing the lodge dinner I will be home about 7:30, I will have been home at 4:30, and left about 6. He's going to a motorcycle meeting, he won't be home... and yet, and yet - he's grumping at me for doing this dinner? Um - you wont' be home!! Am I supposed to sit home every night waiting for you to grace me with your charming wit and personality? Because frankly - eh - not so much. Makes my head hurt and when he does stupid things like this is makes me not want to be home that much anyway...
Frankly, the thing I guilty about is leaving the dog so much. She's getting two walks a day now, and I take her everywhere I can, no worries, she loved. I guess it helps she's getting older and sleeps more. Plus every other Tuesday she spends some time outside during the day when the nice cleaning lady comes.
I'm tired, and I'm grumpy, and I'm really not in the mood to deal with life right now. I'm going to bury my head in work, attempt to be productive and plow through the rest of the week. Upside, Bubba is leaving this weekend taking LuLu II with him and Aunt Ing will enjoy the peace and quiet and sole control of the remote... feel the zen...
OH did I mention the yard Sale on Saturday at the lodge, and I'm definitely taking at least one yoga class this weekend.
Still not cooking.
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