Almost forgot to blog. Soooooo tired. So much work. So happy to have it.
Well, we managed to get my office and the dining room done in the Great Catastrophe November 2010. Still working on it. Plus I have a LOAD of work on my plate.
Send reinforcements if you don’t hear from me tomorrow.
I woke up this morning with the wild and crazy idea of getting out my holiday decorations and just going nuts all over the place. I rolled over to Jason, bat my eyelashes and asked him sweetly, “Would you please get the Christmas stuff out for me today?”
His jaw flexed slightly as he stared at me with my eyes wide open in earnest adoration. And though he didn’t say yes, he did ask, “How on earth do you do that?”
Feminine wiles, my darling. I don’t think I ever used them before I got married, but sometimes, mostly when it comes to heavy lifting, I drag them out of their own hiding place to stretch their legs and work their magic.
I don’t want to overuse them and risk rendering them worthless, but I do sometimes appreciate how much I can affect my partner with a little flutter and smile when it comes to lifting heavy things from bug-ridden places.
And he knows it. I know it. It’s an unspoken agreement that I, for one, am grateful for.
Out he trotted the Christmas tree. The tree is a new-to-us, albeit similar version of what we had previously. Only it has multicolored lights, and this year I had decided I wanted more COLOR. As luck would have it, my aunt happened to be discarding one, so we happily took it off her hands.
The tree lights were something of an enigma. Still are actually. They were such a pain that they were almost reminiscent of my childhood tree-lighting memories where my dad would work to get the strands on the tree in just the right away, and it always ended with him yelling and wearing a scowl for the rest of the evening. Ah, the holidays.
So today, eventually, it was only by sheer will that we managed to get the tree lit. I’m still not sure what we did to get it to be just right, but we won’t be tempting fate in any way by trying to figure it out further.
So the tree lit, now came the hard part.
Every year during holiday decorating time, I have to rearrange my living room to make room for the tree, so that I don’t leave a me-shaped hole in the side of the house at the end of the season when my mind goes simply mad from what feels like wall-to-wall twinkling lights.
This is about the time when Jason starts twitching because he HATES it when I feel the need for change because it, again, involves heavy lifting, of which he is not a fan.
I gave suggestions, and we tugged this and pulled that and shifted here and positioned there, and this went on for an hour or so. And, oh, by the way, since that’s pulled out, why don’t we just vacuum and mop that area because I think that ball of fuzz right there just winked at me and waved.
In the middle of the chaos, I quietly let it out that I’d also been thinking about moving my office to the back room and putting the dining room table in the office room and using the front room for its intended purposes. I had been really sitting on this idea for a solid week, but it wasn’t until my house was a maze of missing socks, rolled-up carpet and furniture that I decided my idea was a go.
Timing is everything.
By now Jason’s twitch had become more of a full-body spasm. His mouth was set firmly into a grim, thin line, and the wrinkles on his forehead soon became cavernous and steely. Only he just said he would because we have an understanding. I only do this four times a year or so, and he… well, he wastes his birthday and shooting star wishes on fruitless dreams that I’ll learn to be happy with a static household arrangement.
This was all well and good, and I was prepared to work my booty off to get everything restored to its new, glorious order, until I remembered my mom had a get-together tonight for a group of people from church, and we were supposed to grab something from town for her and head over to her house for some last-minute preparations.
So, house uprooted and torn apart, at 1:20 p.m. we all put our shoes on and walked out the door.
We just walked back into the house after being gone all day at 11:15 p.m. My desk is in front of the kitchen sink. My computer tower is on my dining room table in what was my office. The living room chairs are shoved in a far corner of the room. The basket of laundry waiting to be folded is teetering on the edge of an off-kilter couch. The TV is disconnected and blank. Cords and cables are strewn across the living room. My office chair is in the back room. Another living room armchair is in front of the stove. My house is utter and total chaos, and I am so tired I can barely think, so I will be heading to bed shortly.
But the tree? It’s conspicuously naked but lit and nestled snuggly in the corner it was put in at the beginning of this crazy day for fear the lights will jostle the cord menagerie and risk it not lighting again.
Don’t you just love the holidays?
It’s been a long day with a lot on my mind. Nothing to say but see you tomorrow.
Right now I’m very tired. It’s 10:00. I’m working. I’ve got a lot of work left to do before I can go to bed, but I’m tiiiiiiiiiired. And whiny.
AJ has had a stomach bug since Monday. Last night he was up A LOT vomiting and going to the bathroom. Thus, Jason and I were up a lot with him. And it’s catching up to me.
Jason ran to the store this evening, just moments ago, to get AJ some Popsicle and some pedialyte because someone just told me that Gatorade could make his bathroom issues worse. Did not know that. I have not bought pedialyte in years. Poisoning my children with sports drinks. Funnily enough, that’s the ONLY time they ever get those drinks.
Every time Jason goes to the store, it is inevitable I’ll get a phone call to ensure he isn’t missing anything.
He ran down the list of supplies.
“Popsicles, pedialyte… anything else?”
I paused because my brain could not compute.
“Anything else? Do we need anything else?”
I swear, the only thing that came into my mind was HULK SMASH.
“HULK SMASH popsicles.”
And then I realized that I was actually wasting time when I could be working, which would get me closer to bedtime, so I stopped and calmly said, “No, honey, I think that’s it.”
And he said, “Okay. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
The Hulk Smash didn’t even faze him.
Also, can I comment on something else here?
I suppose I can since it’s my blog.
So the other day I was testing out a new way to record some phone calls that I need to record for work to transcribe. I decided to do a test run on his cell phone. He walked into AJ’s room where I likely wouldn’t hear him as well, and I dialed his number.
He answered and everything worked out just fine. Contact!
Only, remember that he’s in AJ’s room and I’m in the office?
So I say, “Okay. It worked . Thanks!”
He says, “Okay. Good. I love you.”
Then he walked out two seconds later and was at my desk.
That husband of mine does not let a single phone go without saying “I love you”. Not a single one. Even if we’re in the same room.
It’s sweet, right?
And also kind of annoying? But in a loving way.
Not sweet is the time that he spends in the bathroom. Seriously, we have one bathroom in this house. We both work from home. We eat at the same time. Our bladders are on the same schedule. Only every time I have to go, he’s just heading in there. And then I have to wait, no lie, about 25 minutes because he gets distracted by his iPod.
I’ve begged him not to. Pleaded with him.
“That is not your man cave.”
I’ve even asked him about his legs going numb or what. He just stares at me blankly.
I told him the other day that if I have to keep banging on the door for him to come out so I can pee, the iPod is going to earn itself a pair of cement shoes. HULK SMASH!
I’m pretty sure he heard me then.
All right. Enough rambling. My kids are out of school tomorrow for a budget cut day. My mom has the day off because she wanted a four-day weekend. So everyone is acting like it’s the weekend, and it is most definitely not mine yet.