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Isn't it interesting how when you hear of someone else's problems, your own seem so trivial? I'm so ashamed of my little facetious complaints yesterday morning. I would rather try to get Putt-Putt out of the maze-with-no-end for 15 hours than to hear the news of my friend's marriage being broken. Heck, I want to just give Rhett my pillow and just be grateful that he's still here and puts up with me and my quirks.
My heart is so heavy for my friend's situation. I hurt for her and her children and know I can't imagine the pain they are going through. Please pray for her. I know in the end, she'll come out on top 'cause she's that kind of person. She's a doer and a fighter. There is no doubt in my mind that she'll make it and that God has a bigger plan for her and her children's lives. But it will be a long hard road.
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I am so out of sorts today. For whatever reason, Rhett slept on MY pillow last night! Just fell asleep on it before I could even get to bed. I was so mad. What was he thinking? That is my pillow. Does he not get that? My $25 memory foam pillow, the only one I can sleep on, the kind he refused to let me buy for him . . . Ugh! But I didn't have the heart to wake the poor boy up. So, I had a restless night and now my back hurts. And I just spent 15 minutes trying to get Putt-Putt the car (computer game) out of a maze that he wasn't even supposed to get out of. There was no end to it. I guess he was just supposed to cruise through and look at the vegetables and come out. It would have been oh-so-nice to know that before my blood pressure hit the roof trying to find my way out of that thing for BFG.
Off to complete my 30-odd SHE cards for the day,
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Well, I don't know about ya'll, but I am familied out! Now, I love, love, love my extended family. But I can only take so much before I need to be alone. I have been so busy this weekend. I went to two homeschool curriculum sales (one Friday and one Sat.). We went to my grandmother's on Sat. evening and spent the night and stayed all day Sunday to visit with my aunt who is in from out-of-state. We were home Monday by ourselves and I used that time to finish painting the first coat on the floor of the never-ending room. Then, today my aunt, grandmother, my mom and dad, and my sister and her kids were all here most of the day. The funny thing is that the things that annoy me about my family are the same ways in which I am most like them: the loud, excited talking, the too-strong opinions, the trying to prove your way is right, the worrying way too much about things that don't matter or that will more than likely not come to fruition, the same old stories told over and over and over again, etc. I guess BFG will be complaining one day about the same things about me that I complain about now in my relatives. Plus, there is just always drama. Every year, my dad pulls some crap which gets us all upset and fighting before we ever even get there. Then, this year one of my cousins is separated and more than likely getting a divorce. The catch is the entire town where they live knows about it, but for some odd reason none of the family is supposed to know. So, that was tense and awkward since we all do know and we know most of the gory details. Weird.
You wanna know what the best part is? We get to go back on Friday for my other cousin's wedding and spend another weekend doing the same thing! Ooooh, it makes me tired just thinking about it. And poor Rhett. His family is the calmest family I know and very small. If nothing else, I know he loves me based on the fact he's willing to deal with all our craziness.
Mama Said
Has it really been since Tuesday that I wrote? Wow! Can you tell that I have been super busy?
I am embarrassed to tell about this, but I have been paying major stupid tax in the way of time. I have been painting the spare room upstairs (soon to be playroom/schoolroom/craftroom) for about 6 weeks now. I kid you not. It has been a nightmare that has included painting the entire room ceiling to floor, primer and paint with a brush. No rolling these rough wood walls. And, yes, I've had several people tell me that there are rollers that would work, but we didn't do it and I don't think I would trust it. Not to mention, I don't think I would be strong enough to press it down hard enough.
I digress. Okay, we swallowed a bottle of stupid pills and painted the floor with latex paint on top of oil-based even though we knew you can't do that. We are insane. I'm telling ya'. Call the looney bin and sign me up! I guess we just realized we had the wrong thing but were in a hurry and BFG was gone so we chanced it. Big, big mistake! If you don't know what happens: Latex over oil-based won't bond and you can scrape it off with your fingernail. So, I've spent the whole week rubbing the floor down with alcohol and scrubbing the latex off with a ScotchBrite pad. Hard, hard time-consuming work on a hard, hard floor. Every joint and muscle aches. Not quite as bad as the kitchen floor episode, but painful just the same. I am way to old for this crap! So far, every floor I've dealt with in this house has been cursed. What is the deal? I guess it's just our inexperience. I have kicked myself for not trying to get us signed up for a reality show on HGTV. I think we would have made a good one: "What NOT to Do in Decorating."
And get this crap (literally) . . . I washed towels yesterday and pull them out of the dryer and found a piece of dried cat poop. What the heck? How did that happen? The laundry room is where we kept Milo during the rabies scare. But he didn't poop in the dirty towels. Trust me, I cleaned plenty out of the litter box. I just can't believe that. I wanted to throw up. Needless to say, I rewashed that load in super hot water with extra, extra detergent. I hope that works. Our water is set on the wrong temp. and is steaming hot. Blech!
This was one of those days in which I found myself wondering Why, oh why do I do coupons? Some shopping trips are just harder than others I guess. But I learned to never, never, ever go through the self-checkout at Kroger if you have coupons. I don't really care how long the lines are. You are not going to beat them. The people I didn't want to get in line behind were probably already home and had their groceries unpacked by the time I was through the self-checkout. Not to mention the argument I had to have with the guy that I did in fact have the correct Barilla pasta. I was not trying to sneak by with one of the other Barilla pastas. He was so convinced that I was trying to get away with something that he wasn't reading the label on the box. Give me a break! Do they really have a problem with this? It's all computerized. I just can't see tons of people trying to walk out of the store with items that don't match the coupons. It gets on my nerves being treated like a criminal because I'm using coupons. And that's at other places, too. The cashiers must get in some kind of trouble if they make a mistake with them or something. And the guy jilted me out of one of my coupons, too. I had 2 of the pasta ones and I had only scanned one, but he had grabbed them both. After our argument, he went ahead and sucked them up in the machine despite my protest. But at that point, a $1 wasn't worth dealing with him anymore. Plus, I really didn't have time to wait around and see how they got the coupons out of the machine and he had sucked my coupons up someone else's machine. They have so few lines open at Kroger anyway that I really hated to block up two of the self-checkouts.
Then, of all things and this is really unusual, Publix only had one line open and there was a line. So, the lady at the self-checkouts accosted me to come over there and she'd check me out. Bless her little heart. Unbeknownst to her, I had coupons where I was getting some cat food for free. So, she had to scan it and run over to her computer and back and forth and back and forth. It was a mess. She was super nice though and I felt really sorry for her. But once again, I was reminded how superior Publix is at customer service. Although one time, I did have the slowest lady ever who with each item she went through my coupons and matched the item before she'd scan it. But she was older and maybe she didn't understand that the computers do all that for you.
Anyway, maybe when I'm eating my cheap food it'll be worth it.
Mama Said
Three words you do not want to hear from your 3 year old:
"I pooped everywhere!"
Enough said.
Mama Said
Am I the only one with this problem? Every time we send BFG to spend the night with the grandparents, I struggle with how to spend my "kid-free" time. I've always had this problem and now it's alot worse because of the house. Kid-free time is sort of rare for us because I'm so darned overprotective. Whenever BFG is gone, I want to make the most of my time. I want to sleep/rest, do things I can't do easily with her here like stamp/scrapbook, or I feel like I should clean, or make a run to all the thrift stores while I can shop peacefully, and I always feel like Rhett and I should spend time together. Now, I've added a gigantic list of stuff to do to the house while she's gone. It's so tough to decipher which thing is the most pressing. Sometimes it's just such a relief to have kid-free time we just walk around like zombies and do nothing. I really think mine and Rhett's time should take the top spot. But it is soooooooo hard to make ourselves take time to go out on a date and relax and just be together with all this work hanging over our heads. We managed this weekend though and had a really nice time together and got a little work done, too. Aaaaaah, priceless!
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