Well, I guess you could say I am irritated at Brad (nothing major, just his usual). The kids got me up at just a few minutes past 6 this morning. He slept until around 7:30 and when he got up he went to church to help the brotherhood put together treat bags for Santa's visit tomorrow night. When he got home, he went straight back out to check the cows and piddle in his pasture, as always. He went to buy some poles to begin building his dock down at the pond. I took Sam, Lea, and Lily to Sam's practice (which went much better than his last practice, by the way). They wanted to come home and play outside. I tried to get them to agree to Christmas shopping because I need to do at least another day of that, and I do not want to wait until the week before. Anyway, he came in this evening and stayed for about fifteen minutes and he said he wanted to go down to his parents to look on the internet at the go-kart we are thinking of buying Sam for Christmas. He didn't want to have it up here in front of Sam and he said he wanted to ask his dad a question or two. Ok, then he comes back and says he wants to go to mom and dad's for supper, so he goes to order and pick up supper. So, all day he has not been home and I have been here all day by myself with the kids and guess what??? He ate his supper, laid in the chair and went to sleep. I woke him up because his snoring was grossing me out and he got up and went to bed at 7:30!!! He stuck his head out of the bedroom door before he went to bed to remind me to turn off the Chrsitmas lights outside before I came to bed. I just wanted to scream at him that I would love to go to bed at 7:30. I would love to go to bed without having to tuck everybody in and read some book about Barbie or Dora. This is what drives me crazy about him, as much as I love him. Some things are just never going to be fair and equal. Besides that, it drives me nuts that he cannot sit still and just talk to me. He's gotta be up moving and breaking a sweat, or else he's asleep in three seconds flat. I never get a bit of conversation out of the man. And he can talk all day long to my friends when he's around them, or to any of his scout mom's, but getting him to talk to me is like pulling teeth. Of course, he says he tells me things, but he doesn't. I get half of my information about his life by listening to his end of his phone conversations with his mom or dad. UGH! I just want someone to talk to me for goodness sake!!
I was looking at this website www.flylady.net today. It seems to be a really good, do-able way for me to get things organized so that I can keep my house clean and my life organized. As funny as it sounds, her first step is to clean your sink until it shines and to make sure you do that every night before you go to bed so that you will have that shiny sink looking at you when you get up in the morning. So, tonight I soaked my sink in bleach, then I rinsed it and scrubbed it down with Comet. I dried it and put a little lemon oil on it to give it some shine. As crazy as it sounds, it was very pretty and it did make me feel good. I like the way she thinks...very anal retentive, like me. But she also has found a way to meet her anal retentive needs without driving herself crazy...exactly what I need. It is step-by-step, you have to go slow so that you make each step a habit and you are not allowed to skip steps. If you have time, you should take a look at it, especially if you have kids and work outside the home. I was really impressed.
OK, well, Lily is ready for bed so I'm off to tuck her in. Sam's at Mimi's tonight and I considered buying a movie on pay-per-view when she went to bed. I'm not sure if I will now or not since I have no one to watch it with me. What a poopy-head!
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