Yes, now I am (sorta) quoting Shakespeare. I've decided I just can't hold back any longer. My love for the written English word must come out! Lucky you.
My weekend was good. I actually spent some time with BA. Yes, I know what you all are thinking. I'm not szchizo and do not require pharmaceuticals. BA is caring and sweet and thoughtful and fun. He is NOT MG. But he's fun to hang out with.
And speaking of MG, he and I had a very nice week last week. Besides our Wednesday lunch date we got to spend some very excellent QT hanging out and doing everyday stupid stuff. A luxury in our situation. Last Thursday I suggested while sitting in his office talking about a whole bunch of nothing, that we needed to do lunch the following Thursday. He rather liked that idea.
I didn't see him much last Friday because he played golf in the afternoon (SHOCKER!). Remember the days when I used to look forward to him playing golf? For those were the days we got some together time? Nowadays the rounds of golf, and so the opportunities for together time, are few and far between. Especially when he leaves town to play golf. Yes, those days are filled with lots of late-night, romantic, and occasionally sexy phone calls. But those phone calls lead to wanting LOTS MORE of that together time of which I speak.
Friday, he played golf until almost 5:00, and then I got a very nice phone call on his way home. I had my two littlest kids in the car, as well as Kelly's girls because she was out of town at a conference. But, I managed to keep everything fairly innocent and on the down-low. MG suggested that I need to structure a get-out-of-town weekend and possibly try racking up some bonus points with my BFF for kid-watching favors. Well, there's an idea...Kel are you listening?
I reminded him that, DUH!, I have built-in kid-free weekends when The Ex comes to town. And, double-DUH!, he was taking them Saturday night. He remembered, of course, because we talk about everything at length. Anyway, I assured him that I know Saturdays are virtually impossible for him. But that I really wished we had plans together. He agreed. And I suppose for that moment, it was good enough to hear him agree and say he wished we could do something. I just said to him that we should look forward to Thursday and our lunch date. So that is what we are doing. Looking very much forward to Thursday.
And bringing you to the point of my story...Should I plan for this lunch date? Or not?
Should I spend all of Wednesday evening scrubbing and polishing and organizing and laundering? Should I make sure I have a well-stocked fridge for lunch and a few special extras I know he likes? Should I get ready on Thursday morning and strategically select my lingerie?
OR -
Should I treat it as if it were any other day? You know, with unlaundered clothes and dishes in the sink. Possibly an un-made bed or two or three. A kitchen floor that was NOT just freshly-scrubbed. A couple of things out of place here and there.
Y'all KNOW I have real reason to ask this question! We have had too many dates fall through at the last minute. And by "too many," I really mean two. But anyway...each time we had a successful lunch date at my house, I was caught completely off-guard. Which means I did not plan very well in the cleaning department. Yes, one time I went home and power-cleaned before he came over. But last week he went with me in my car, so we arrived to the House of Mess at exactly the same time.
Actually, it wasn't really that bad. It's not like we had to walk through cobwebs and dodge dust bunnies. And all of my dishes were done. The bathrooms were clean. But for someone that is (dare I say) obsessive about cleanliness and organization, I'm sure it wasn't up to par. And because I super really care about what he thinks, I was mildly stressed.
So here's where I am with this... I actually have a little list compiled of all the things I would like to accomplish before he comes over. Yes, my name is Allie, and I am an Obsessive Compulsive List-Maker. My notes also include all of the things I will need to get in order to get that stuff done. In case you are worried, I was going to go out at lunch today to purchase some of these items, but MG went out instead to pick us up some lunch- so I have successfully delayed my mission by one day. Karma? Possibly.
I'm anxious to hear what you guys think about this. Realizing that most of you undoubtedly think I'm nuts, I am looking forward to hearing your comments about how crazy I am being.
I guess I just need confirmation.
17.10.07
My Day Just Got A Lot Better
Well...I successfully worked on MG and brought him out of his morning slump. We spent a little time together talking this morning. And I feel the need to say he is way cute, you guys.
And now I am registering way off the happiness scale because today we had a very awesome 2 1/2 hour lunch date! The kind of lunch date I didn't want to end. Ever.
It was so romantic. We spent quite a lot of time wrapped up in each other. For a good half hour we just stood there in a tight yet warm embrace. And I buried my head in him and enjoyed every second. We truly enjoyed just being together. Listening to each other's heartbeats. Taking a nap.
And oddly enough, we also got to do really everyday stuff. Like, um, take a shower. And get ready together. He took care of me today - as in the little manly-man come to the rescue kind of things. He said I need weather stripping on my front door, and he's going to get rid of some scratches on my car. Plus, he helped me get dressed, and fanned me as I was getting ready.
However, my favorite part was sleeping in his arms while he rubbed my back. That is the part I didn't ever want to end. And, sadly enough, that is also the part that I don't get to do very often. So while it was very awesome to get to enjoy that with him, it was also kinda sad. All I could think about was trying to hurry up and capture every last second of this before it had to end. Come to think of it, I think I spent a lot of that time holding my breath. It almost made me want to cry. Cry because 1) I love him very much, especially in those moments, and 2) This is a rare treat for me because we don't get to spend a lot of alone time together.
Now, that being said, I know this situation is not the best thing. There are a lot of potential problems. A lot of people could get hurt.
But there's just something about him. I still look at him and lose my breath. And even today when we were together, one of the first thoughts that went through my mind was, "Wow. I can't believe this is actually happening." Not to be graphic, but we've been together enough times that you would think I would stop thinking like that. But the thing is, I still remember the days of hoping and dreaming about it and never really thinking it was going to happen. Those are the thoughts that run through my mind when we first see each other. That is what I think about as he is holding me in his arms and kissing my forehead. I love that guy with all my heart.
And he just called me - he's getting me a salad (we forgot to eat lunch). So, see, he takes care of me, too. But anyway.
In conclusion, today my mother can do whatever she wants and The Ex can act however he likes. I rather much don't give a crap. I'm having a GREAT day!
And now I am registering way off the happiness scale because today we had a very awesome 2 1/2 hour lunch date! The kind of lunch date I didn't want to end. Ever.
It was so romantic. We spent quite a lot of time wrapped up in each other. For a good half hour we just stood there in a tight yet warm embrace. And I buried my head in him and enjoyed every second. We truly enjoyed just being together. Listening to each other's heartbeats. Taking a nap.
And oddly enough, we also got to do really everyday stuff. Like, um, take a shower. And get ready together. He took care of me today - as in the little manly-man come to the rescue kind of things. He said I need weather stripping on my front door, and he's going to get rid of some scratches on my car. Plus, he helped me get dressed, and fanned me as I was getting ready.
However, my favorite part was sleeping in his arms while he rubbed my back. That is the part I didn't ever want to end. And, sadly enough, that is also the part that I don't get to do very often. So while it was very awesome to get to enjoy that with him, it was also kinda sad. All I could think about was trying to hurry up and capture every last second of this before it had to end. Come to think of it, I think I spent a lot of that time holding my breath. It almost made me want to cry. Cry because 1) I love him very much, especially in those moments, and 2) This is a rare treat for me because we don't get to spend a lot of alone time together.
Now, that being said, I know this situation is not the best thing. There are a lot of potential problems. A lot of people could get hurt.
But there's just something about him. I still look at him and lose my breath. And even today when we were together, one of the first thoughts that went through my mind was, "Wow. I can't believe this is actually happening." Not to be graphic, but we've been together enough times that you would think I would stop thinking like that. But the thing is, I still remember the days of hoping and dreaming about it and never really thinking it was going to happen. Those are the thoughts that run through my mind when we first see each other. That is what I think about as he is holding me in his arms and kissing my forehead. I love that guy with all my heart.
And he just called me - he's getting me a salad (we forgot to eat lunch). So, see, he takes care of me, too. But anyway.
In conclusion, today my mother can do whatever she wants and The Ex can act however he likes. I rather much don't give a crap. I'm having a GREAT day!
I Hate My Mother, The Ex is Being Nice, and Other Notes...
OMG I hate my mother right now. We haven't had a confrontation for quite a while, so I should have seen this coming. I called her over the weekend, which was the first time I talked to her since August 17. She never calls. We talk if, and only if, I call her. So we hadn't talked in weeks. I called her up to see how they were and we talked for about an hour. More or less, I did all the talking.
And I also called to ask them if they could babysit for me the first two days of my Texas trip. She was obviously taken aback by that request. She didn't flat-out say no, but she hem-hawed around and said she would talk to my dad and call me back.
Now, I should have seen this coming. Anytime a grandmother doesn't jump at the chance to see her only grandchildren - the ones she's only seen for one day between Easter and now - you know you are in for a problem.
She called me back this morning just as I was getting the kids ready for school.
She is not coming. They do not want to watch the kids. The reason? Don't know. The only thing she said was that she hates to be away from home for very long. Two. F'ing. Days. So they're not coming. And I'm screwed.
The next thing I did was call The Ex, because he was scheduled to come get them for the last two days of my trip. I wanted to let him know that it wasn't going to work out. And he surprised the pants off me by saying, "Well. I knew she was going to do that to you. Let me see what I can work out and I'll call you back this morning."
Wow.
That's all I have to say.
He called me a little while ago. He thinks he can stretch his time away from work by a day to come get them on Wednesday. He needs to clear some stuff up with his boss, and possibly arrange to use the office space in our city while he's here. It's not a definite, but it's a step in the right direction. And it's my only other option at this point.
I was very nice to him, even when he made the occasional smart-ass comment. And he asked that I give him lots of credit for this one. Specifically, I need to acknowledge his greatness and be nice to him for two months. No shit. That's what he said.
So here's a BIG, HUGE SHOUT-OUT TO THE EX. HE ROCKS.
(Note: A full retraction will appear if this falls through.)
On another note, MG is crabby this morning, so I'm having a bang-up sorta day. I'm going to work on him a little and see if I can pull him out of it...
And nobody even mention to me that it's Hump Day. K?
And I also called to ask them if they could babysit for me the first two days of my Texas trip. She was obviously taken aback by that request. She didn't flat-out say no, but she hem-hawed around and said she would talk to my dad and call me back.
Now, I should have seen this coming. Anytime a grandmother doesn't jump at the chance to see her only grandchildren - the ones she's only seen for one day between Easter and now - you know you are in for a problem.
She called me back this morning just as I was getting the kids ready for school.
She is not coming. They do not want to watch the kids. The reason? Don't know. The only thing she said was that she hates to be away from home for very long. Two. F'ing. Days. So they're not coming. And I'm screwed.
The next thing I did was call The Ex, because he was scheduled to come get them for the last two days of my trip. I wanted to let him know that it wasn't going to work out. And he surprised the pants off me by saying, "Well. I knew she was going to do that to you. Let me see what I can work out and I'll call you back this morning."
Wow.
That's all I have to say.
He called me a little while ago. He thinks he can stretch his time away from work by a day to come get them on Wednesday. He needs to clear some stuff up with his boss, and possibly arrange to use the office space in our city while he's here. It's not a definite, but it's a step in the right direction. And it's my only other option at this point.
I was very nice to him, even when he made the occasional smart-ass comment. And he asked that I give him lots of credit for this one. Specifically, I need to acknowledge his greatness and be nice to him for two months. No shit. That's what he said.
So here's a BIG, HUGE SHOUT-OUT TO THE EX. HE ROCKS.
(Note: A full retraction will appear if this falls through.)
On another note, MG is crabby this morning, so I'm having a bang-up sorta day. I'm going to work on him a little and see if I can pull him out of it...
And nobody even mention to me that it's Hump Day. K?
16.10.07
The Secret to Going Home for Lunch
Pay close attention.
I have unlocked the secret to having a successful, well-planned lunch date. I uncovered it yesterday afternoon - by accident, of course.
First off, let me remind you of our last lunch date at my house. The one that actually happened. It was completely random and spontaneous. And because of this, my house looked like a complete disaster area. Stuff was everywhere. Beds were unmade. Dishes were not done. Stuff was everywhere. A mass of paperwork had accumulated on my kitchen island. Bathrooms needed to be cleaned. Stuff was everywhere. And, worse yet, my bra and panties did not match.
As soon as he called, I rushed home and matched up my undies. Then I completed a power hour of cleaning and organization. Which all worked out well in the end...but was damn inconvenient and tiring.
Now moving onto what happened yesterday. I started the day off with big plans. BIG. PLANS. Correction: BIG LUNCH PLANS. And guess who they were with? You guessed it! MG and I had decided early Sunday morning that we needed a Monday lunch date. As you know by now, we haven't gotten nearly enough alone time lately.
In anticipation of our big date, I cleaned my house from top to bottom all day on Sunday. I did laundry, yard work, washed and cleaned out the car, watered the flowers, scrubbed bathrooms, etc. I annihilated the kitchen and then would not allow anyone to cook and/or eat anything that involved grease, pots & pans, or, well, dishes.
By 9:00 p.m., I had used up all of my elbow grease and I was dirt tired. Remember, I was coming off of two days' worth of late-night phone calls with MG.
Monday morning I picked out some very nice matching underwear and strategically chose my outfit. All was going well.
In the morning we shared a couple of really sweet exchanges filled completely to the brim with flirty excitement.
Lunchtime approached.
And he invited me into his office for a second.
That's when he told me he had a basketball meeting scheduled for noon. The coach called at 11 a.m. and demanded a noon meeting. He even told her he had lunch plans, but it was pertinent. Anyway, we decided to sort of play it by ear to see how long the meeting was to last.
The first bad sign was that she didn't arrive until 12:15 p.m. Doesn't she know we have other, better things to do?! The second, and fatal, sign was that she was here to argue. And blabber on and on and on and on. She left at 1:40 p.m.
1:40. Geezus.
So we didn't have our lunch date. Unless you count me running out to pick us up some take-out. Not exactly what we had in mind. We finished the day with a sweet walk out to my car and a cute little talk. Then we went our separate ways.
Today has been kinda the same. We are just hanging out. Doing our thing. He ran out for a few minutes and picked us up some lunch. So much for our well-thought-out plan, huh?
At least I learned one important lesson this week: The secret to planning a successful lunch date is - DON'T PLAN ONE AT ALL.
That'll get ya every time.
I have unlocked the secret to having a successful, well-planned lunch date. I uncovered it yesterday afternoon - by accident, of course.
First off, let me remind you of our last lunch date at my house. The one that actually happened. It was completely random and spontaneous. And because of this, my house looked like a complete disaster area. Stuff was everywhere. Beds were unmade. Dishes were not done. Stuff was everywhere. A mass of paperwork had accumulated on my kitchen island. Bathrooms needed to be cleaned. Stuff was everywhere. And, worse yet, my bra and panties did not match.
As soon as he called, I rushed home and matched up my undies. Then I completed a power hour of cleaning and organization. Which all worked out well in the end...but was damn inconvenient and tiring.
Now moving onto what happened yesterday. I started the day off with big plans. BIG. PLANS. Correction: BIG LUNCH PLANS. And guess who they were with? You guessed it! MG and I had decided early Sunday morning that we needed a Monday lunch date. As you know by now, we haven't gotten nearly enough alone time lately.
In anticipation of our big date, I cleaned my house from top to bottom all day on Sunday. I did laundry, yard work, washed and cleaned out the car, watered the flowers, scrubbed bathrooms, etc. I annihilated the kitchen and then would not allow anyone to cook and/or eat anything that involved grease, pots & pans, or, well, dishes.
By 9:00 p.m., I had used up all of my elbow grease and I was dirt tired. Remember, I was coming off of two days' worth of late-night phone calls with MG.
Monday morning I picked out some very nice matching underwear and strategically chose my outfit. All was going well.
In the morning we shared a couple of really sweet exchanges filled completely to the brim with flirty excitement.
Lunchtime approached.
And he invited me into his office for a second.
That's when he told me he had a basketball meeting scheduled for noon. The coach called at 11 a.m. and demanded a noon meeting. He even told her he had lunch plans, but it was pertinent. Anyway, we decided to sort of play it by ear to see how long the meeting was to last.
The first bad sign was that she didn't arrive until 12:15 p.m. Doesn't she know we have other, better things to do?! The second, and fatal, sign was that she was here to argue. And blabber on and on and on and on. She left at 1:40 p.m.
1:40. Geezus.
So we didn't have our lunch date. Unless you count me running out to pick us up some take-out. Not exactly what we had in mind. We finished the day with a sweet walk out to my car and a cute little talk. Then we went our separate ways.
Today has been kinda the same. We are just hanging out. Doing our thing. He ran out for a few minutes and picked us up some lunch. So much for our well-thought-out plan, huh?
At least I learned one important lesson this week: The secret to planning a successful lunch date is - DON'T PLAN ONE AT ALL.
That'll get ya every time.
15.10.07
Sweet Dreams
Remember how I mentioned that MG and I had sort of reverted back our old ways? The days of flirting and exchanging quick glances. The phone calls for no reason. Showing up places you know the other is going to be. Creating time to spend together. Last week I could feel it building and building. Growing bigger than both of us. We spent a lot of time together and took everything back to the basics. And all of this without having any dates or, well, you know.
Mind you, I'm not AT ALL complaining. It was nice to kind of go back to the way this all started. It was sorta adolescent and quite romantic at the same time. Alas, it was also fairly frustrating - the not getting to spend any alone time together. But, it was okay in the end.
When he left on Wednesday, we were definitely in a good place. I felt very loved and cared for. As well as a little sad - because he was going out of town until Sunday night (can you say, "Golf Mistress Widow?").
He sent me an e-mail Thursday evening which I didn't get until Friday. It was a nice surprise and made a GREAT start to my day. Then he called. Which was even GREATER. Of course, he was out of town with three of his buddies on a guy's golf weekend, so he couldn't talk to me for a very long time. And it was more or less a kosher conversation. Flirty yet still innocent.
And then I got another surprise phone call at 1 a.m. He was out with the guys, but was just touching base. He told me what they were up to and how golf went that afternoon. Again, very flirty and innocent. (Not quite innocent enough, however, because this time, the guys totally asked him who he was talking to as soon as he hung up.) We talked for a little while, and he said he would call me later.
And at 2:30 a.m., he did. We had the BEST EVER hour-and-a-half long conversation. It was wonderful. We talked and talked - which is not new for us. We can, and often do, talk for hours. But this conversation was a little more intimate. In ways he doesn't usually talk to me. Which was GREAT! I loved it and have waited a very long time to have these conversations with him. The kind where you can just pour your hearts out and openly say what you think and feel. Which is exactly what we did. We actually would have talked longer except that his cell phone battery died. Nonetheless, I went to sleep and had some very sweet dreams.
Saturday I went to the OSU football game. Too fun. Got up at 4:30 a.m. (so, not long after I hung up with MG!) to get ready because we had to be on the road by 6:45 a.m. We had the best time - great football weather, some beer, tailgaiting, food, etc. I got back into town at about 7:30 p.m. And just as I was finishing my last drop off, MG called.
So you know my day couldn't get any better than that! We talked for a while and caught up on our day a little bit. We talked college football, and I impressed him by routing against LSU and being happy that Penn St. beat Wisconsin. He asked if he could call me later, and I, of course, said to call me anytime he wanted to. Duh.
So he called at 1:15 a.m. And we talked for a little over two hours. That conversation was SUPER FABULOUS! Filled with lots of emotion and planning and lovey things. We talked about how much we missed each other and how we wished we were together at that very moment.
And we talked about Texas. We nearly drove ourselves nuts over how much fun that is going to be. I can't even write about it right now - because the anticipation is killing me. And seeing as how I'm fairly superstitious, I don't want to jinx it.
All I can say is that I want to do all kinds of normal things together. And spend loads and loads of QT with him. Doing whatever we want, whenever we want. Plus, I want to do the other stuff that I'm sure you know is on the agenda. I can't wait to order breakfast in bed and read the paper while drinking lattes. I want to go to bed every night wrapped in his arms. And wake up next to him in the morning - only to know that he will be the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning.
But going back to our Saturday night phone call, I just must say that I don't think I've ever had a better telephone conversation. Or felt more cared about. Or so excited. Anyway, we ended the call shortly before 4 a.m. because we were getting tired and he had to be on the golf course at 7:30 a.m. He said to call him if I couldn't sleep. I told him to have sweet dreams. He laughed and then he said, "Hey... I miss you."
And my heart melted.
Yes, I see some very sweet dreams in my future...
Mind you, I'm not AT ALL complaining. It was nice to kind of go back to the way this all started. It was sorta adolescent and quite romantic at the same time. Alas, it was also fairly frustrating - the not getting to spend any alone time together. But, it was okay in the end.
When he left on Wednesday, we were definitely in a good place. I felt very loved and cared for. As well as a little sad - because he was going out of town until Sunday night (can you say, "Golf Mistress Widow?").
He sent me an e-mail Thursday evening which I didn't get until Friday. It was a nice surprise and made a GREAT start to my day. Then he called. Which was even GREATER. Of course, he was out of town with three of his buddies on a guy's golf weekend, so he couldn't talk to me for a very long time. And it was more or less a kosher conversation. Flirty yet still innocent.
And then I got another surprise phone call at 1 a.m. He was out with the guys, but was just touching base. He told me what they were up to and how golf went that afternoon. Again, very flirty and innocent. (Not quite innocent enough, however, because this time, the guys totally asked him who he was talking to as soon as he hung up.) We talked for a little while, and he said he would call me later.
And at 2:30 a.m., he did. We had the BEST EVER hour-and-a-half long conversation. It was wonderful. We talked and talked - which is not new for us. We can, and often do, talk for hours. But this conversation was a little more intimate. In ways he doesn't usually talk to me. Which was GREAT! I loved it and have waited a very long time to have these conversations with him. The kind where you can just pour your hearts out and openly say what you think and feel. Which is exactly what we did. We actually would have talked longer except that his cell phone battery died. Nonetheless, I went to sleep and had some very sweet dreams.
Saturday I went to the OSU football game. Too fun. Got up at 4:30 a.m. (so, not long after I hung up with MG!) to get ready because we had to be on the road by 6:45 a.m. We had the best time - great football weather, some beer, tailgaiting, food, etc. I got back into town at about 7:30 p.m. And just as I was finishing my last drop off, MG called.
So you know my day couldn't get any better than that! We talked for a while and caught up on our day a little bit. We talked college football, and I impressed him by routing against LSU and being happy that Penn St. beat Wisconsin. He asked if he could call me later, and I, of course, said to call me anytime he wanted to. Duh.
So he called at 1:15 a.m. And we talked for a little over two hours. That conversation was SUPER FABULOUS! Filled with lots of emotion and planning and lovey things. We talked about how much we missed each other and how we wished we were together at that very moment.
And we talked about Texas. We nearly drove ourselves nuts over how much fun that is going to be. I can't even write about it right now - because the anticipation is killing me. And seeing as how I'm fairly superstitious, I don't want to jinx it.
All I can say is that I want to do all kinds of normal things together. And spend loads and loads of QT with him. Doing whatever we want, whenever we want. Plus, I want to do the other stuff that I'm sure you know is on the agenda. I can't wait to order breakfast in bed and read the paper while drinking lattes. I want to go to bed every night wrapped in his arms. And wake up next to him in the morning - only to know that he will be the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning.
But going back to our Saturday night phone call, I just must say that I don't think I've ever had a better telephone conversation. Or felt more cared about. Or so excited. Anyway, we ended the call shortly before 4 a.m. because we were getting tired and he had to be on the golf course at 7:30 a.m. He said to call him if I couldn't sleep. I told him to have sweet dreams. He laughed and then he said, "Hey... I miss you."
And my heart melted.
Yes, I see some very sweet dreams in my future...
10.10.07
Half-Assed Attempt at Writing
I'm not sure I have anything to write about today. Nothing more than a whole lotta the typical run-of-the-mill everyday stuff going on. No big whoop. In fact, I am entirely convinced that if I were to write about my life today, you would all be bored to tears. TEARS, people!
However, it was brought to my attention that pulling up the blog and having to read the same ole, outdated, posts is very upsetting. A real downer. Yesterday's news.
It was suggested to me that my life and all of the pieces and parts that comprise it, changes, oh, about every hour. This is an upsetting notion. Nonetheless, I suppose it's true. And so I am setting forth, in a display of true team spirit, on a journey to provide you with my best attempt at literary greatness. This is what's new and exciting in my life this week...
First off, I had a TOTALLY AWESOME kid-free weekend, thank you for asking. It was really, really fun. MG-less, but fun. I even did some home improvement and assembled machinery. Seriously.
I left late Sunday afternoon to head back to South Bend to get the kids. I popped in the very cool Police CD that MG gave me (yes, you read that correctly), turned up the volume, and did highway karaoke all the way there. The Ex called me three times to nag me, er, I mean to find out where I was in relation to the exit. He beat me there by 20 minutes because his math skills and timing are incredibly bad. When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw three very cute mini-people and one crabby, highly-pissed off, annoyed adult. Guess who that was.
After enduring my lecture on being late (FYI - I wasn't late - I was on time. He was early.), I received a very nice shower of kisses from my middle child. You know, the one that melts my little heart (don't tell the others.). Then my daughter started crying. I was worried that she was going to cry because she didn't want to go home with me. But, alas, she was crying because her stomach hurt. Really, really bad. So I bent down to give her a hug and pat her tummy. And that's when she barfed all over the place. It was gnarly.
I cleaned her up and wiped her tears. Then I thanked her father for feeding her TWO CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKES for lunch and packed everybody into the car. Everyone was fine once we started going. Except that they were all afraid the littlest one was going to erupt again. She didn't. And we all made it home safely.
This week has been absolutely great! I have spent a few hours engaged in the really awesome, everyday, seriously flirty conversation with MG. All the while taking in and absorbing his physical gorgeous-ness. Unfortunately, we did not have any dates this week. Basketball has officially gotten in the way of our time together. I have become a basketball-widow, um, basketball-mistress-widow. Or something. Whatever.
And while we're on this subject, I feel it worth mentioning that, for some reason, we have reverted to our old ways. The flirting and stolen glances. Calls for no reason. Long conversations, dragging on and on to keep the other person in there. This has been going on ever since our "spat" last week. I'm not exactly sayin' I think this is a bad thing...I'm just stating that I think it is weird. And in my free time (HA!) I have been evaluating how I am contributing to this. Because I think it only fair to assign myself half the blame. I have gone back to my old ways, too. Such is the way it goes when you put two big, giant cowards together and try to have them conduct a normal relationship. (Did I just say "normal"? PLEASE do not email me your comments on that...I get it.)
ANYWAY. Other than that stuff, the only other major event that happened to me this week is my almost divorce from my BFF Kelly. We had a major disagreement/misunderstanding/hurtful exchange on Tuesday. And being as both of us are stubborn, jump to conclusions, and hold the occasional grudge, things got ugly quite quickly.
I almost had myself a nice little bleeding ulcer worked up yesterday when we finally decided we were being very, very silly. It's not her fault. I said some really very DUMBASS things in a situation where I couldn't openly discuss what I was trying to say. And a colossal misunderstanding ensued. So we talked about it yesterday and cleared the air. All is good.
BA is still BA. We haven't talked about MG anymore. Except that he will bring it up on occasion, just to reiterate that he is NOT dwelling on it. And not pressuring me. I will give him credit - he's really not pressuring me. And thank God he has backed off on the lecturing. It was really starting to give me brain damage.
His new tactic is to sway me in his direction by casually mentioning marriage and pregnancy. What?! Is he kidding me with that?! Please take my word for it that THAT NEVER WORKS. Well, actually it does work sometimes. But so NOT in this situation. If you have to say those things to try and hook someone, you are barking up the wrong tree. And I would like to officially state for the record that the idea of marriage makes me shake, sweat and puke. I don't want to even think about that with anyone right now.
Well...
SHUT UP.
However, it was brought to my attention that pulling up the blog and having to read the same ole, outdated, posts is very upsetting. A real downer. Yesterday's news.
It was suggested to me that my life and all of the pieces and parts that comprise it, changes, oh, about every hour. This is an upsetting notion. Nonetheless, I suppose it's true. And so I am setting forth, in a display of true team spirit, on a journey to provide you with my best attempt at literary greatness. This is what's new and exciting in my life this week...
First off, I had a TOTALLY AWESOME kid-free weekend, thank you for asking. It was really, really fun. MG-less, but fun. I even did some home improvement and assembled machinery. Seriously.
I left late Sunday afternoon to head back to South Bend to get the kids. I popped in the very cool Police CD that MG gave me (yes, you read that correctly), turned up the volume, and did highway karaoke all the way there. The Ex called me three times to nag me, er, I mean to find out where I was in relation to the exit. He beat me there by 20 minutes because his math skills and timing are incredibly bad. When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw three very cute mini-people and one crabby, highly-pissed off, annoyed adult. Guess who that was.
After enduring my lecture on being late (FYI - I wasn't late - I was on time. He was early.), I received a very nice shower of kisses from my middle child. You know, the one that melts my little heart (don't tell the others.). Then my daughter started crying. I was worried that she was going to cry because she didn't want to go home with me. But, alas, she was crying because her stomach hurt. Really, really bad. So I bent down to give her a hug and pat her tummy. And that's when she barfed all over the place. It was gnarly.
I cleaned her up and wiped her tears. Then I thanked her father for feeding her TWO CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKES for lunch and packed everybody into the car. Everyone was fine once we started going. Except that they were all afraid the littlest one was going to erupt again. She didn't. And we all made it home safely.
This week has been absolutely great! I have spent a few hours engaged in the really awesome, everyday, seriously flirty conversation with MG. All the while taking in and absorbing his physical gorgeous-ness. Unfortunately, we did not have any dates this week. Basketball has officially gotten in the way of our time together. I have become a basketball-widow, um, basketball-mistress-widow. Or something. Whatever.
And while we're on this subject, I feel it worth mentioning that, for some reason, we have reverted to our old ways. The flirting and stolen glances. Calls for no reason. Long conversations, dragging on and on to keep the other person in there. This has been going on ever since our "spat" last week. I'm not exactly sayin' I think this is a bad thing...I'm just stating that I think it is weird. And in my free time (HA!) I have been evaluating how I am contributing to this. Because I think it only fair to assign myself half the blame. I have gone back to my old ways, too. Such is the way it goes when you put two big, giant cowards together and try to have them conduct a normal relationship. (Did I just say "normal"? PLEASE do not email me your comments on that...I get it.)
ANYWAY. Other than that stuff, the only other major event that happened to me this week is my almost divorce from my BFF Kelly. We had a major disagreement/misunderstanding/hurtful exchange on Tuesday. And being as both of us are stubborn, jump to conclusions, and hold the occasional grudge, things got ugly quite quickly.
I almost had myself a nice little bleeding ulcer worked up yesterday when we finally decided we were being very, very silly. It's not her fault. I said some really very DUMBASS things in a situation where I couldn't openly discuss what I was trying to say. And a colossal misunderstanding ensued. So we talked about it yesterday and cleared the air. All is good.
BA is still BA. We haven't talked about MG anymore. Except that he will bring it up on occasion, just to reiterate that he is NOT dwelling on it. And not pressuring me. I will give him credit - he's really not pressuring me. And thank God he has backed off on the lecturing. It was really starting to give me brain damage.
His new tactic is to sway me in his direction by casually mentioning marriage and pregnancy. What?! Is he kidding me with that?! Please take my word for it that THAT NEVER WORKS. Well, actually it does work sometimes. But so NOT in this situation. If you have to say those things to try and hook someone, you are barking up the wrong tree. And I would like to officially state for the record that the idea of marriage makes me shake, sweat and puke. I don't want to even think about that with anyone right now.
Well...
SHUT UP.
5.10.07
On the Road Again
Today I get to look forward to driving my ass off. I get the pleasure of driving to South Bend, Indiana and back again. And, as if that weren't thrilling enough, I get to the same thing all over again on Sunday!
Oh, wait! I also get to DROP OFF MY KIDS AND SPEND AN ENTIRE WEEKEND DOING WHATEVER I WANT! YIPPEE-KAY-AY!
Actually, before we get too excited here, I don't get to do exactly whatever I want. MG will be out of town. THAT ranks way up there on the suck factor.
Anyway, I will not let that ruin my fun. Aside from mowing the grass and doing pesky little chores like laundry and vacuuming, I plan to throw caution to the wind and enjoy a totally selfish, over-indulging, pajama-wearing good time.
Can you tell how excited I am about this? It's mainly because I need a teeny-tiny break from this single mom thing. Wow - is that hard! There have been many nights when I seriously want to put them all to bed as soon as they step off the school bus. Alas, they remain opposed to this idea and their stubborn little souls are winning this battle. In fact, sometimes I think they are also winning the war.
I'm quite tired of using the threat of capital punishment as a means to make the 12-year-old complete his homework. Well, he claims that the real problem is that somehow, someway, his homework papers, even though they have brilliantly and timely completed, get lost in between study hall and the classroom. This, despite the $223 I spent on folders, binders, reinforcements, notebooks, etc.
I'm fed up with Sumo-wrestling my four-year-old daughter into her clothes every morning, only to find her, three minutes later, buck-naked, standing in my bathroom, glaring at me and professing her profound distaste for my choice of girls fashion...Pop-Tarts, candy, or cookies in-hand.
Not thrilled about the weekly spelling test practice sessions with my first-grader. Those usually end up with both of us in tears. Smarty-pants-in-training, and BOY that he is, sometimes he likes to tell me the wrong answer, just to kid around. You know, because obviously it's HILARIOUS when mommy has an aneurysm.
All of these are very, very bad signs. And possibly precursors to a nervous breakdown. So - the Mom is very much looking forward to this mini-vacation! The kids - well, who cares?! Their stuff is packed and they are set to enjoy a multiple-hour car ride en route to their weekend destination.
Their dad will get to enjoy them for a couple of days. He should have NO complaints. He will not be responsible for their homework during that time. He will not have to launder their clothes. He will not have to play chaffeur.
He will, or at least I think he's planning on, give them baths. Make sure they brush their teeth. Feed them food that is not comprised totally of fat and/or sugar. Make them go to bed at night. Resolve sibling disputes. Walk with them through stores and places of other retail enjoyment, all the while refusing their demands to purchase video games, gum, Spider-Man goo, Barbies, silly string, pixy sticks, etc. Actually, this part would be quite FUNNY to watch!
But anyway, I must not worry about that. So far I've had a wonderful start to the weekend. MG and I had a beautiful morning. And, again, I wanted to wrap him up and take him with me. We are back on-track and everything is good. Yesterday was even better...we spent a few hours just hanging out and doing everyday stuff. And lots of talking. Tons of flirting. Lunch. Ahhhhh. My love for him runneth over.
So I will enjoy the next couple of days doing whatever tickles my fancy. I will look forward to seeing MG on Monday. And I will look forward to picking up three smiling faces in South Bend on Sunday. Maybe I'll have some silly string and pixy sticks waiting for them at home...
Oh, wait! I also get to DROP OFF MY KIDS AND SPEND AN ENTIRE WEEKEND DOING WHATEVER I WANT! YIPPEE-KAY-AY!
Actually, before we get too excited here, I don't get to do exactly whatever I want. MG will be out of town. THAT ranks way up there on the suck factor.
Anyway, I will not let that ruin my fun. Aside from mowing the grass and doing pesky little chores like laundry and vacuuming, I plan to throw caution to the wind and enjoy a totally selfish, over-indulging, pajama-wearing good time.
Can you tell how excited I am about this? It's mainly because I need a teeny-tiny break from this single mom thing. Wow - is that hard! There have been many nights when I seriously want to put them all to bed as soon as they step off the school bus. Alas, they remain opposed to this idea and their stubborn little souls are winning this battle. In fact, sometimes I think they are also winning the war.
I'm quite tired of using the threat of capital punishment as a means to make the 12-year-old complete his homework. Well, he claims that the real problem is that somehow, someway, his homework papers, even though they have brilliantly and timely completed, get lost in between study hall and the classroom. This, despite the $223 I spent on folders, binders, reinforcements, notebooks, etc.
I'm fed up with Sumo-wrestling my four-year-old daughter into her clothes every morning, only to find her, three minutes later, buck-naked, standing in my bathroom, glaring at me and professing her profound distaste for my choice of girls fashion...Pop-Tarts, candy, or cookies in-hand.
Not thrilled about the weekly spelling test practice sessions with my first-grader. Those usually end up with both of us in tears. Smarty-pants-in-training, and BOY that he is, sometimes he likes to tell me the wrong answer, just to kid around. You know, because obviously it's HILARIOUS when mommy has an aneurysm.
All of these are very, very bad signs. And possibly precursors to a nervous breakdown. So - the Mom is very much looking forward to this mini-vacation! The kids - well, who cares?! Their stuff is packed and they are set to enjoy a multiple-hour car ride en route to their weekend destination.
Their dad will get to enjoy them for a couple of days. He should have NO complaints. He will not be responsible for their homework during that time. He will not have to launder their clothes. He will not have to play chaffeur.
He will, or at least I think he's planning on, give them baths. Make sure they brush their teeth. Feed them food that is not comprised totally of fat and/or sugar. Make them go to bed at night. Resolve sibling disputes. Walk with them through stores and places of other retail enjoyment, all the while refusing their demands to purchase video games, gum, Spider-Man goo, Barbies, silly string, pixy sticks, etc. Actually, this part would be quite FUNNY to watch!
But anyway, I must not worry about that. So far I've had a wonderful start to the weekend. MG and I had a beautiful morning. And, again, I wanted to wrap him up and take him with me. We are back on-track and everything is good. Yesterday was even better...we spent a few hours just hanging out and doing everyday stuff. And lots of talking. Tons of flirting. Lunch. Ahhhhh. My love for him runneth over.
So I will enjoy the next couple of days doing whatever tickles my fancy. I will look forward to seeing MG on Monday. And I will look forward to picking up three smiling faces in South Bend on Sunday. Maybe I'll have some silly string and pixy sticks waiting for them at home...
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