Mood: Also befuddled and bemused
Listening to: Ab Fab on tv
Tuesday, 10.34 pm
HE can't abide my sitting up and playing on the computer. Why don't you come to bed?? Because I don't sodding want to. You need your sleep, you were going to sleep on the sofa before. Don't tell me when to go to bed - and I wasn't even on the sodding sofa. It was a chair. You're only playing stupid games. Mindless repetitive not having to think stuff, non violent, not loud, SO WHAT????
Grrr.
Hello world, me again. No, not under the influence, just burbling.
It's been an interesting couple of days - in a boringly domestic sense only, don't get too excited. Work has been fine - but then I remembered the troll will be there tomorrow which will put a slight damper on things. Must make sure I take my blood pressure pill. Things have been busy, but tonight the progress chart reared its (ugly? smiley faced!) head and the required targets were pointed out. No, we haven't met them yet but not entirely gloom and doom, seasonal adjustments mean that this week is being compared with the week of Mother's day last year so naturally it's somewhat lighter.
Kids - well, have had a major upheaval on the Small front in that he refused point blank to go to the caregiver on Monday. Floods of tears, genuine ones, and one tres upset little boy. Of course the husband was out of town and couldn't help, but luckily a neighbour filled the gap, and did so again today. It's hard trying to do the shuffle comfort thing in your tea break - ten minutes has to streeeeetch sometimes. Anyway, have found another lovely lady who can do Mondays and Tuesdays most weeks (except when her husband is home, he's airforce); one of the girls at work will cover Wednesdays and maybe Thursdays too. Between the lady down the road and the next door neighbour that should cover gaps - but it is stressful.
The biggie on the home front is that the husband has got a bee in his bonnet about buying a section in conjunction with the great white hunting partner. There has been a big paddock become available, and it's a great opportunity to get in at the ground floor - it would carve up into three sections of about half an acre each. I'm not really certain about it all, hadn't considered moving let alone building but there you go. One never knows what is going on inside somebody else's head. The thought of forking out all that dosh really bothers me but apparently this time we will do things in the proper order i.e. sell this place before starting the next. And we'll have to borrow the money for the section, which means more monthly expense - and we haven't started getting our heads above the murk yet. I know I work four days a week now but the pay is crap and it always goes before the next payday.
And how to design a whole house? I have certain ideas about what I'd like in a kitchen for example, but stringing a whole house together? Oh my God. Then how on earth will I be able to furnish a lovely new home with all the odds and sods we have? How would it ever stay tidy? How will I shed enough stuff (STUFF) to move anywhere? I can see bitter acrimony ahead. Maybe we could build a granny flat out the back for me to live in by myself. I could you know, I like my own company.
All this was landed on me on Sunday night, almost casually in passing. I mean, its a huge thing to take in. I didn't know he'd been mulling it over for a while! Hellooooo, I'm over here!! Let's talk about these enormous decisions!!!
Too much, think I'll have to start making lists.
Sigh.
Jaybee.
