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| Monday, March 28, 2005 |
| Doing What Needs to be Done!! |
I have a fear of heights. It's not a overwhelming fear. I do just fine on elevators and in tall buildings. I do not like cliffs or tall ladders though.
Two weeks ago I tried to do a little electrical work in my house. As usual when I decide to play with electricity, it went badly. I now have no lights in my downstairs bathroom. I've gone over all the wires to the switch and they are fine. My only conclusion is that I mush have pulled something from the back.
This is going to necessitate me climbing a ladder and getting on this small shelf that runs from the back of the bathroom to the outside wall, about 4 feet by 3 feet by 20 feet long. (Another fear is claustrophobia but that really isn't the issue here) I can get up on this shelf just fine by myself, it's the getting down that presents the problem. The ladder does not reach all the way up and I literally have to dangle off this shelf to try and reach the ladder. NOT FUN!! Matter of fact I have just refused to do this until my husband comes home and has time to help me. Looks like today is the day. If this doesn't work I'm calling an electrician! |
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| Saturday, March 26, 2005 |
| Sympathy |
I just want to talk about my poor husband a moment. The poor man is gone 4 days a week. He lives in a hotel, no home cooking, no kisses goodnight, no fun at bedtime, no sleepy good mornings...nothing. He also has to deal with whatever I've been up to during the week. This week is a good example. I have decided I am sick of the colors in my house. Mainly they are white and blue. I went and bought paint this week. I am painting the kitchen. I started with a soft cranberry with a light yellow glaze over the top. It looks really good, but definitly not a color my husband would have picked.
He did not complain, only thing he said is that he did not care ofr the color of the trim. Which is good because I decided I didn't like it either and I am going to change it. There have been other things I have sprung on him while he's been gone. I can't think of what else at the moment, but I know there are instances. He is a sweetheart though. Too bad he can't be around more...maybe if he was I could go live in a hotel, and have the maid make my bed, and eat food someone else prepared... |
| posted by Raven @ 12:04 AM |
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| Wednesday, March 23, 2005 |
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I thought it would take a bit to collect odds and ends to put in here, but one came up today. A little background. My youngest has ADD, which can make homework time a bit of challenge. My mother decided to take her over to her house most days after school to help her out. Great!! It's working out well. Well, today one of my daughter's friends went over to my mom's with her. My daughter calls and asks if this friend can come home with her...Fine I tell her, but I have to take my other daughter to piano and run to the grocery store.
Well, I am running out of the house, late as usual, and my folks are dropping my youngest off. I wave and get into my van with my other daughter and put the van into reverse waiting for them to pull out of my drive. Well, my youngest comes up to my window and says grandma wants to talk to me. I tell her to run back and tell grandma I would call her. Watching in my mirror I watch my daughter go back and relay this message. I then see my mother's door opening. I realize I am not going to be able to get out without talking to her. So I put the van back into park and get out. She yells at me that no she can't call me...that my daughter's friend can not stay unless I am there. I said fine, and told them to get in the van.
First, did no one think to tell me this earlier? I would have left a little earlier and done my grocery shopping when I went to pick my daughter up from piano. Being here alone with these kids means my days are scheduled. I take them to their different activities and do the errands that need running. I'm like the Six-Million Dollar woman in a mini van.
Second, Couldn't she have just sent the message back that my youngest and her friend had to go with me and she would call me later and tell me why? No offense but when she went through menopause she lost a lot of thinking things through and gained a lot of autocratic sensibilities.
Third, the car is in reverse...get the hell out of my driveway!!! This is not usual behavior for me. I will usually walk back, talk for a few minutes and so on. If I don't do this, I am in a hurry, MOVE!!! I'm gonna buy a tank. That will get them out of the way. Bet I get better traction in the winter too.
Well, that's todays problems with being a single parent. Hubby comes home tomorrow. I can be married for 3 days. |
| posted by Raven @ 8:29 PM |
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| Please Hold your marriage...We are experiencing technical difficulty |
Yes, the title of my blog is a contradiction in terms...But that fits my life. I am married, to a wonderful man, and I am also a single mom. How did this come about you my ask. Well, my husband gets laid off from his nice boring bank job. The job where he comes home ever night, we eat dinner, watch a little T.V. and go to bed. So...he starts looking around. His job is highly technical, so jobs are not just laying on the ground. He finally starts working contracts. Great! We really needed the money. The downside...he's worked in Auburn Indiana, Milford Connecticut, and Albany New York. Nowhere close to our home in Ohio.
So where does that leave us? We can't move, no point if a contract is going to end in a year or 18 months. Plus, his kids are here and we can't take them with us thanks to his ex-wife. So, he works a condenced schedule so he is home 3 days a week. That leaves me a single mom 4 days a week and trying to fit a weeks worth of marriage into three days. Talk about performance anxiety.
So, this is how I ended up in this situation. I don't blame my husband, he has the worse end of the deal. I've decided a need a little outlet though. Some of the things that happen are silly or stupid or make me nuts. I need to share and I can't burden my husband with all of the things he can't change. Hence this blog. Be warned, my language is not always the greatest, my spelling is atrocious, and being a mother I will probably end up repeating myself over and over. |
| posted by Raven @ 10:05 AM |
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