3/8/08

Daddy's Hair, The Saga Continues

We made a family trek to the local hardware store for a few random items, a chance to get out of the house, and the free popcorn offered on weekends (it is pretty damned good!). While John wandered around the hardware aisle, the girls and I found a display bench swing and parked ourselves for a spell. We munched our popcorn and people watched. An older gentleman meandered by with an armful of plumbing products and the obligatory bag of popcorn. "Mommy, that man has a long braid!" This was true, it was a dark blond with silver streaks cascading down his ripped "Choppers" T-Shirt. I had to add, "Yes, honey, he does have very pretty hair" as I watched him disappear behind the porcelain toilet display. "Yep," she agreed, "but Daddy doesn't have any hair does he." Well, she got me there.

3/7/08

Moving On

My Angry Phase has come to an end. And no, this doesn't mean that my husband is healed, or helping with the kids. I'm just tired of the negative energy. So, I headed out today for some retail therapy and an attempt to accomplish little else. But, of course, the mommy in me rolled in one minor errand, the simple task of returning a defunct video camera to Best Buy. Easy enough. I loaded the kids up to drop Shelby off at preschool before heading out for a day of shopping. I arrived at Best Buy, landed the perfect parking spot, and unloaded the baby. When I reached for the camera, Oh Shit. The camera. I remembered the lunch box, Shelby's share book, the baby diapers, breast pads, pacifier, car seat. I FORGOT THE F*&#$ing CAMERA!

3/6/08

Superflu

John arrived home with the superflu that everyone we know has had, has, or will have. I am determined not to contract this horrendous achy bug and am working myself to the bone to hygienically scour, bleach and scrub every crevice of my home while hubby rots away in our bed. YUK! I never thought I'd be so disappointed to see my man after being apart for 7 days. I actually told him, the day after he arrived, "You should have just stayed there another week until you were better. Why'd you have to bring it home to us?" Harsh. I know. This is my excuse for being such a sporadic and heady blogger. I'm hoping to be on my A Game again soon. I am also considering a new web page and will be sure to promote as necessary when the time comes. Be gone with you Superflu.

3/5/08

Down and Out

I'm sure every one's given up on me by now. It's been one week of husband less survival in mommy world for me. I managed to be super mom during the week (this meant no computer, no newspaper, no evening movies, no personal time whatsoever) and traditional homemaker after hours. Every night for 7 days, while my darling husband sipped Pina Coladas and surfed all day on some remote island in the South Pacific, I diligently planned and participated in every activity known to toddler with the intent of wearing Shelby out before putting both kids down for bed and going to work drywalling my unfinished bedroom with the end result being freshly painted walls before his return. I am a closet decorator with a flair for surprises. I spring to action in his absence only. John leaves to work, I clean the house. John stays home I write, read, or lay around with the kids. John leaves, I bake and do laundry. John stays home, I drink beer and do crosswords. John leaves, I completely makeover our bedroom complete with drywall work, texturing, painting the entire room, hanging a chandelier and moving furniture. Phew. And I accomplished all of these tasks between the hours of 8 pm and midnight (or later) each night. Apparently, John casts some sort of spell over my productive spirit when he's around. Thankfully, he arrived home last night and actually noticed all the work I'd done. And sincerely looked grateful for my efforts, and then complemented me on all my work again. Then, of course, philosophically widdled down the proof to my theories: if he left more often, I'd get a lot more done around the house. Oops. It backfired. Well, regardless, I've been staring at exposed drywall in my bedroom for over a year since we replaced a small window with a large glass door. That room was due for an overhaul. My design inspiration: sexy up the room like some dark swanky boudoir straight out of the pages of West Elm. For about $350 I completed my task: Manor Grey colored Paint (a dark gray with brown undertones), Capezo Shell Chandelier, Silver bedside lamp, Champagne shag rud and a few decorating accents. I'll attach some pictures as soon as John and Shelby wake up from their mid morning slumber. Well, better run, duty calls.