One week down, one to go until they all leave the house and go back to where they should be…school.
One week down, one to go until I have a few hours of peace and goodwill unto me. My sanity and home…restored.
I think I can make it. I think I can. I think I can.
Yes, that’s my mantra for the next week…I think I can.
He didn’t leave anything for my husband, either…HA! But, he did get a Chanukka present, the lucky dick(and I don’t mean his penis, it’s meant to be like saying jerk, ok you dirty minded fiends).
So, honestly? I really wasn’t HORRIBLY disappointed that I didn’t get anything. Because I shop. I buy stuff. For myself. There isn’t a whole lot of things I’m lacking. Well, except for the things on my Santa list. But, whatev.
As you know (or do you), I get along really well with my husbands ex-wife. And no, there was not a hint of any type of sarcasm in there. We really do get along great…well, I mentioned I loved her perfume. I do! It’s a beautiful scent. She wears is all the time and I adore it.
And guess what?
Yesterday, when she came to pick up my stepson, she handed me a small package, still in it’s bag from the store.
She had gotten me a bottle of that perfume that I had complimented her on…Versace and I think it’s called Crystal Noir.
Can I just tell you how excited I was!! And how guilty I felt because I didn’t get her anything. Which, I for sure will but don’t tell her. Shhhh.
I just thought that it was kind of ironic (if that’s even the right word for this) that the only person over this entire holiday season to have thought of me was my husbands ex-wife.
I hope my husband doesn’t get confused though, seeing as his ex wife and I will sort of smell the same.
All last week, every single morning, my husband stayed in bed until 11 or so while I was downstairs having tantrums and fits because the kids started driving me crazy early a.m.
It’s been one LONG weekend for him. He lays in bed all morning while I make as much noise as possible to ensure that he doesn’t get to sleep. Well, sometimes I do. Because, well…I get pissed that he thinks it should always be him that gets to sleep all morning while the cook, maid and babysitter (me) takes care of things.
This morning, after being awakened at 4 by a daughter who a)came running in my room, screaming my name and announcing that she was going to puke, b) drying heaving all over my bedroom floor and c) making it into my bathroom to sit over the toilet…and then wanting to chat a bit before feeling well (no puke, just nausea) enough to go back to bed at 5…
then, having the youngest start screaming for me at 7 because after taking the guard rail off his bed for the first time last night (he decided he was too old for it), he was so excited that he didn’t fall out of bed so he had to share his joy with me…
followed by another round of MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY…I’m hungry, can I watch tv, the cat didn’t pee on my bed today (she did yesterday, ugh) and so on…
I was allowed to remain in bed while my husband took care of the morning rituals. Shocking, right? I suppose I should consider that to be my gift from him then, eh?
Leaving me WIDE AWAKE in bed.
Because, once I’ve been screamed for a million times, I’m not going back to bed.
Good thing I had my laptop next to me.
So, how was everyone’s holiday? Any good gifts? Any bad gifts?