Did not start off as the sunny happy cartoony day where everything goes according to plan... Well, maybe God's plan but certainly not my plan...
but you know that, because I blogged this morning...
So at one, Mommy wanted to go to the YMCA. She wanted to get on her bike and her circuit and since she paid for a membership that I never actually use and can't drive, she had the perfect guilt trip... right there on a silver platter...
So I went. Sure I was kicking in screaming inside but oh well. I got on the exersize bike. I reset the damn thing three times but I finally finished an hour and burned over 600 calories and rode over 11 and a half miles. I can tell you what, If I ever get the chance to get on top of a guy again, I will be able to go at it with complete gustp cause my legs got the workout of a lifetime today!
My brain was screaming Yay!! My body, not so much. My legs hurt like a mother effer. OMG, I haven't had that much pain in my legs since... well let's not go there, lol. But I did it!
Tomorrow there's a Zumba class I'm going to go try. This exercize thing may not be so bad if I do it often... (To those of you that may or may not be reading this and thinking ur... duh!! SHUT UP, LOL)
But oh the pain! I just want someone to lay me down and make it go away. Really I do, I just want all the tightness to just go away...
Randy isn't coming today. He's coming tomorrow. Long kinda stupid story but he's trying and I have to give him credit for that. He deserves that.
I have laundry to fold. To avoid having to make another trek up Mt. Laundry, I am putting it on my bed as it comes out of the dryer. Under this pretense I have to fold it before I got to bed. Of course I came up with this brilliant plan before I went to the Y today...
And yet it hurts the brain to try and come up with a way around this facet of my life...
In other news, My mail carrier has officially pissed me off for what I hope to be the last time. For over a year I have watched as he comes later and later in the day and sometimes not at all and a couple of times I have spotted him driving right past my cul de sac. I can actually see me, one person, one household not getting mail for a day or two but six households getting not so much as a flyer?? That doesn't happen. A few times I or a neighbor put something in the mailbox to be taken and we've put the flag up. Sometimes he takes it but then on the days when he can't be bothered to come through, he doesn't. I have complained to the post office both over the phone and in person to no avail, so today, I called the 800 ASK USPS number and the lady there helped me lodge a formal complaint. Enough is enough.
Why is it that when you give someone the tiniest bit of control over someone's life they always abuse it?? Ugh!
Scattered thoughts later!
Blogs and kisses!!
Monday, October 03, 2011
This motherhood crap is getting old...
Wou;dn't it be really shitty of me if I actually thought that? Hah! Mother hood getting old... Like even...
No but it is starting to wear on me a little bit. Normal wear n tear. YOu know, or at least the ones with older kids know.
All week last week the kids lost tv time, outside time, and play time because they have been treating me like the maid again. So you would think that when they got it back, they'd be more appreciative of what they'd lost, right?
Wrong! Big wrong! Super duper, so grandiose you can't see it all wrong!
All weekend, I was constantly turning off the tv and calling them inside to clean up. All weekend!! And then I get up this morning and they two rooms downstairs that they are responsible, look like the 2nd Calvary marched through and left as is. I mean really?
I asked them if they wanted to grow up to be adults that look back on their childhood and say that I threatened them all of their childhoods. They said no. I said then stop treating me like I am your live in maid. I am over worked, underpaid and very unappreciated. The last got me fake as hell sympathy hugs...
Can't say I've had it because I think as Mom, I'm made to take and take and take all the BS in the world but this mom came with a dispenser. They are going to get home today and uh oh!
Although when they get home today their father might just be here so... and he hates the way they keep my house (I am not the evil mother who wants them to scrub every part of my house... I am the even tempered mother who wants them to clean up with at they mess up. So stop making that face.)
And that's another thing that kinda irked me this weekend. I get a text yesterday... "What are the kids doing tonight?" From the ex.
Now I have no problem with the fact that he moved to NM. None at all... He's working a job that for once, he really enjoys. He's making money, which we both enjoy, and the absolute best part... he is at the very least 1,628 miles from me. (Yes I mapquested it...) What I can't deal with is the drop ins. This little woman in Durham demands his presence from time to time (Dude, just send me the money I couldn't give a good giggly dang for your presence) And this presents the opportunity to come see his children. I don't ever have a problem with him coming to see his children but I told him when he moved out there, DO NOT just show up in NC and expect me to drop everything so that you can see them. He got here Saturday and didn't tell anyone here that he was here until Sunday. We actually had plans. He's like "Well I wasn't sure if I was going to get down there or not." Dude, I don't care but a little preparation would have been awesome! A small text: IN NC MAYB C KIDS CALL U L8R would have been fine. Hell, N NC would have been acceptable. Then I would have had some forewarning.
It's all copacetic though... He couldn't get a car to come down yesterday anyway. Apparently now, you need a credit score to rent a car?? IDK, that's a new on me. So he's supposed to take the train down today to be here later and I think take them out to eat. I'm not sure if I'm included in that or not. He usually does include me but I think the kids are old enough that he can handle dinner with them on his own although this time, he has no car so either I let him borrow my moms car, (does anyone else see the warning bells going all crazy?) or I take them, drop them off and go pick them up. (Seriously? No one else sees those warning bells?)
Oh well, life and all that junk...
BTW, Happy October Bloggies! Yay, fall is here!!!
Ta ta bloggies Blog ya later!
No but it is starting to wear on me a little bit. Normal wear n tear. YOu know, or at least the ones with older kids know.
All week last week the kids lost tv time, outside time, and play time because they have been treating me like the maid again. So you would think that when they got it back, they'd be more appreciative of what they'd lost, right?
Wrong! Big wrong! Super duper, so grandiose you can't see it all wrong!
All weekend, I was constantly turning off the tv and calling them inside to clean up. All weekend!! And then I get up this morning and they two rooms downstairs that they are responsible, look like the 2nd Calvary marched through and left as is. I mean really?
I asked them if they wanted to grow up to be adults that look back on their childhood and say that I threatened them all of their childhoods. They said no. I said then stop treating me like I am your live in maid. I am over worked, underpaid and very unappreciated. The last got me fake as hell sympathy hugs...
Can't say I've had it because I think as Mom, I'm made to take and take and take all the BS in the world but this mom came with a dispenser. They are going to get home today and uh oh!
Although when they get home today their father might just be here so... and he hates the way they keep my house (I am not the evil mother who wants them to scrub every part of my house... I am the even tempered mother who wants them to clean up with at they mess up. So stop making that face.)
And that's another thing that kinda irked me this weekend. I get a text yesterday... "What are the kids doing tonight?" From the ex.
Now I have no problem with the fact that he moved to NM. None at all... He's working a job that for once, he really enjoys. He's making money, which we both enjoy, and the absolute best part... he is at the very least 1,628 miles from me. (Yes I mapquested it...) What I can't deal with is the drop ins. This little woman in Durham demands his presence from time to time (Dude, just send me the money I couldn't give a good giggly dang for your presence) And this presents the opportunity to come see his children. I don't ever have a problem with him coming to see his children but I told him when he moved out there, DO NOT just show up in NC and expect me to drop everything so that you can see them. He got here Saturday and didn't tell anyone here that he was here until Sunday. We actually had plans. He's like "Well I wasn't sure if I was going to get down there or not." Dude, I don't care but a little preparation would have been awesome! A small text: IN NC MAYB C KIDS CALL U L8R would have been fine. Hell, N NC would have been acceptable. Then I would have had some forewarning.
It's all copacetic though... He couldn't get a car to come down yesterday anyway. Apparently now, you need a credit score to rent a car?? IDK, that's a new on me. So he's supposed to take the train down today to be here later and I think take them out to eat. I'm not sure if I'm included in that or not. He usually does include me but I think the kids are old enough that he can handle dinner with them on his own although this time, he has no car so either I let him borrow my moms car, (does anyone else see the warning bells going all crazy?) or I take them, drop them off and go pick them up. (Seriously? No one else sees those warning bells?)
Oh well, life and all that junk...
BTW, Happy October Bloggies! Yay, fall is here!!!
Ta ta bloggies Blog ya later!
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