Literally. I did nothing but lay on my *bed*, watch TV & snuggle & wrestle & listen to kids run in & out of my front room. Then around 5, I got up, threw a casserole in the oven. Fed the boys, everyone showered and now here I am again.
And I cut myself shaving. Goddamn it. Twice. MOTHERFUCKERRRRRRRRRRR but they're fairly minimal so I should survive (except my blood is thin from booze).
I wish it weren't the end of the weekend. Let me just say that I revel in being home all weekend, running a couple errands or whatever....but basically being at home. Cuz I'm gone all week, I suppose that's why I want to be at home. And I don't have to worry about anything, cuz I'm at home. And why does this matter? Cuz I don't think I'll be at home next weekend.....there is farming in KS that has to get done which means we'll leave out of here on Friday & won't get home till Sunday & I won't get to sleep in my fucking awesome bed & I won't see W hardly at all cuz he'll be in the field & then be dead-tired. So yippee. I'll have kid duty. I suck at kid duty. Truly I do.
And since we'll be in KS, which means I'll be in my hometown, there's the chance of running into my mom or sister (it's KANSAS for godsakes.....shit like that happens) both of whom I don't speak to because they can't mind their own business (another long story, I get pissed/irritated/irate when I talk about it...but I will, eventually) So when W & I discussed it, he told me that I will do the right thing & tell them beforehand that I'll be in town should they want to spend time with the boys.....and I told him when they say no thanks, I'll be a crying mess again & he can pick up my pieces. He said he would. So I suppose I'll be emailing and calling my mom sometime in the very near future. I'll keep you posted.
Showing posts with label bed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bed. Show all posts
10/10/10
10/9/10
These days are numbered....
It's one of the last few warm evenings...I have 3 10 & 11yo boys hanging around and I just turned them loose on the 'hood until 9. TD went to spend the night down the street with his friend. If that hadn't worked out then I would be here with 5 boys. And W. I love him. Hard. That's a whole other story. I'll get around to telling it at some point.
Anyway....
I turned the boys loose & we're out on the back porch on our laptops. It's my MOST FAVORITE thing to do. Sit on the back porch, drink beer, listen to the radio, hang with W, play on our laptops until the wee hours of the morning. We're total rednecks & we both have the worst language.....good thing everyone else still has their A/C running, otherwise, complaints of vulgarity could happen. We sit out here all the time as long as the temp is above 60. If it falls below that....I'm fucking OUT. I hate winter, I hate being cold. FUCK WINTER. FUCK BEING COLD.
Ipassed out fell asleep with a beer in my hand last night.....oops. Of course it got spilled all over my bed that I adore....patting my back for buying the waterproof mattress pad....regardless....when I woke up, I was soaked in beer & W was none too impressed. I took the sheets & mattress pad off, covered the mattress with a different sheet, proceeded to change into a t-shirt (yes....only a t-shirt) and went back to sleep. He got up & went to work at some point around 7am (and really, do not fuck with me before noon on a Sat or Sun) and I remained in my t-shirt, covered with a blanket. And of course he came home early.....woke me up just for the sake of waking me. But it turned out well. We hung out in our room watching Grey's until about 1pm....but we didn't just watch Grey's.....I got mine.
You have to see my extremely girly bed.....because I am so NOT girly. I don't wear makeup (if there's some sort of "event", I might wear mascara & eyeliner), I don't give a fuck about clothes (but I do own a kick-ass pair of hooker shoes), I'm not all touchy-feely, I don't want to discuss my kids (I live with them, that's fucking plenty). But this bed that I adore.....W laughs at me because I love it so much. He was not impressed when he saw the amount of pink I adorned it with....so, even though I want to paint all 4 walls of my room a different shade of pink to reflect my awesome bed, I won't. Cuz he said he would sleep on the couch if I did it. I can live without the pink. I never again want to live without W. :)
Anyway....
I turned the boys loose & we're out on the back porch on our laptops. It's my MOST FAVORITE thing to do. Sit on the back porch, drink beer, listen to the radio, hang with W, play on our laptops until the wee hours of the morning. We're total rednecks & we both have the worst language.....good thing everyone else still has their A/C running, otherwise, complaints of vulgarity could happen. We sit out here all the time as long as the temp is above 60. If it falls below that....I'm fucking OUT. I hate winter, I hate being cold. FUCK WINTER. FUCK BEING COLD.
I
You have to see my extremely girly bed.....because I am so NOT girly. I don't wear makeup (if there's some sort of "event", I might wear mascara & eyeliner), I don't give a fuck about clothes (but I do own a kick-ass pair of hooker shoes), I'm not all touchy-feely, I don't want to discuss my kids (I live with them, that's fucking plenty). But this bed that I adore.....W laughs at me because I love it so much. He was not impressed when he saw the amount of pink I adorned it with....so, even though I want to paint all 4 walls of my room a different shade of pink to reflect my awesome bed, I won't. Cuz he said he would sleep on the couch if I did it. I can live without the pink. I never again want to live without W. :)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)