Slow and steady

Everytime I come to the conclusion that I'm not as old as I think I am, my body laughs and says, "yeah you are. Let me show you." and something starts to hurt. This morning it was my back, legs, and generally everything below my neck.

I can't blame all that on being old though.  Last night I did an exercise in futility otherwise known as putting your all into mopping a kitchen floor the night before truck day. Only my Howie family will understand that.  On Wednesday night, there is no point to putting any elbow grease into mopping that floor.

Whatever, it's done and as it's already one thirty in the afternoon I am pretty sure that my hard work has already been proved for naught.  Popped a tram.  It's all good.

SO last night I stood outside with J and we talked for a bit after work.  He is a slow and steady kind of guy.  I have never been with a slow and steady kind of guy.  Ever.

This is going to be interesting.  That's about the only word I have for it.

I really should be cleaning up my house because it's been decided.  We are going to have what I think is a second date.  He's coming over to watch movies on Sunday.

The conundrum is where in my house this is going to happen.

The working DVD player is in my bedroom.  The Xbox that also plays DVD's is in the living room.  The couch in the living room is horrible.  It actually has wood boards under the cousins so that anyone over the age of ten can sit anywhere near comfortably on it.  The small couch has wobbly and falling off legs.  I can put the mattress that we keep down there on the floor to sit on but that kinda send the wrong message.

But saying the dvd player is in my bedroom sends and even worse message.  Do you see where I'm stuck here?  What in the sam hell do I do since there is no chance whatsoever of getting a decent couch between now and Sunday.

I also should go get the television that doesn't require a drumstick to turn it on from my moms house before Sunday.  So much to do on top of making my house look picture freaking donna reed perfect. Okay not Donna Reed but at least not Peg Bundy....

Freaking GAH!!! I want a cigarette already and it's only a quarter to two in the afternoon. (Don't listen to me, don't hand me one.  I don't need one...)  I need to change the atomizer on my e-sig and see if that will help with the getting nothing issue. I need stronger liquid because 12mg is just not doing it AT ALL.

So today is Thursday.  I'm baking tomorrow and have three hours left today to clean.  I'm busy from 10 am Sat to ten pm and then church on Sunday.  I guess I will stick to my norm which is to bust my @$$ cleaning in the two hours between when he aid he'll probably be here and getting home.

I also need to figure out what we are going to have for dinner and if he's going to want dinner or if he's going to want to snack...

AND OMG I JUST REALIZED this will be the first time he'll get to actually meet my daughters.  I'm not ready for this.  I hadn't planned on that.  Oh crap.

I'm about to go spinning out of my mind and it's not one of those fun ones.  This is going to be the outside calm and inside a bundle of nerves spinning.  I'm going to be a mess for the next few days.

When I was with the last guy I was with I didn't introduce him to my kids.  I didn't want to go there.  And the only other guy that's actually been in my house since then met my girls but we are just friends so there was no "I want you guys to meet my friend." introduction.  I don't even know how to make that introduction.  Oh God Oh God Oh God.....

You guys stay frosty, I'm going to go worry myself into looking forty years old.  I'm pretty sure I will give myself a million grey hairs in the next few days.

What the eff am I about to do????