I don't know what is going on around here! On friday, my computer quit working. Marty and I spent most of friday night trying to fix it, but to no avail. Saturday, the Dish satellite quit. In normal circumstances, it would be no big deal to call up Dish and say, "Hey!! Our satellite quit!! Get someone's ass out here!" Unfortunately, since we are D I R T poor, I have to pay first things first... and our dish payment is almost two months behind. No, it wasn't disconnected before you ask. Over the summer, Marty hit it with the lawnmower and knocked out one of the two transponders. With it only running on one transponder, it would occasionally lose a signal. Well, on Saturday, we got just enough wind to almost completely knock out the other. I was trying to watch some bad Lifetime movie, and would get about two minutes of the show... and then a full minute of "Your signal has been LOST!! Searching for signal...", then two more minutes of the show... you get the picture. I promise you, it was worse than it being altogether disconnected.
On Sunday, Marty promised that he would be home early and that we were going to have a family day. In fact, he said, "I thought of something the whole family can do, and it is something you have always wanted to do, and I have never taken you. And i think the weather will be perfect." I was so excited, because I just KNEW we were going to go dig for diamonds.
I got the kids up at 8:00, and put them in play clothes. And we waited. And we waited.
By 11:00, the worst (what I am thinking is PMS) attack that I have had in a long time set in. I just felt seriously like jumping off a bridge... Had I a bridge.... And a babysitter to watch the kids while I jumped... And a nice dress to wear in the casket. I put Colby down for a nap, and let Elizabeth watch a movie, and just layed on the couch with my back to her so that she thought I was asleep and just cried my eyes out. I don't know what it was. I just felt... dispair.
Marty got home around 12:30 and said that it was really too cold for what he had planned... I should have known it wasn't REALLY something I had always wanted to do... Marty doesn't work that way. HIS idea was for us to take the boat to Hot Springs and explore Lake Hamilton. There are tons of multimillion dollar houses all along the shores of the lake... ok, I did mention this summer that I would like to explore Lake Hamilton, but I meant sans children. No offense, but for those of you with May 2004 children, does it REALLY sound like fun to be out in a bass boat with extremely low sides all afternoon on a chilly day... ? uh, no.
So, then he wants to know why I am crying. I don't know. I just am. I am... just sad. I am 3 weeks from my 32nd birthday, and I always thought by this age I would be... more than I am now. I am less successful now than I was 5 years ago. (Except for the babies, of course!)
So anyway, I tell Marty that I just need to get out of the house for awhile, and we went to Hot Springs and got chips and dip at On The Border, then did a little retail therapy at Old Navy, (on the Old Navy card, of course...) (can I tell you that in July I bought Elizabeth 3 pairs of pants and 3 dresses in a size 5, and they don't fit anymore? AND that after a trip to the dressing room, we discovered that she can't wear SIXES either???? How can a kid skip a size in 3 months?????) and then we visited my dad and his girlfriend, and THEN we went to Shakey's and I got a Fudge Brownie and Pecan Frozen Custard Concrete... HEAVEN.... CALORIES for the WEEK too!!
And I feel better today.
OH!! And my cordless phone quit on Sunday. WTH!! Karma is paying me back electronically for being a bitter, whiney, ass.
Maybe that can be my new nickname... BWA.
To leave on a lighter note, I called my husband from work and told him that if he would wash dishes, start the laundry and cook supper, I would pick Elizabeth up from school and let her play on the computer at my office until I got off work at 5.
When we got home, the dishes were washed, the laundry started... and a bonfire was roaring in the front yard. When I asked why we had a huge fire in the front yard, he responded, "SUPPER!!" with a devilish grin.
We roasted hot dogs with the kids in the front yard in front of God and everybody, and ate them hot off the stick.
We are such rednecks.
4 comments:
Natalie,
I can really relate to what you are saying. It must be something in the air, because I have been crying latetly too! The sad part is that I am trying to wean off Zoloft!! Keep your chin up.
Yay for hotdogs and frozen custard!
I agree with you that a May 2004 baby on a boat does not sound like fun.
See there...you got your happy ending. I love it!!! That's a moment that E. will always remember. Isn't that awesome?
Hot dogs on a stick in the front yard sounds better than the big house to me. We can't do that here. They will send the fire department, but you already had the fire department there, didn't you?
So you really can substitute frozen yogurt for Zoloft? That is good info!
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