It looks like my schedule is Monday's and Friday's for the next 3 weeks so far. Well, let's just say that's my schedule until I find the possibility to be more available.
So with Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday off, you'd think my ass would be reintroduced to it's long lost friend....the couch. Not so. Well, not so for this week at least. My parents moved out of their 5 bedroom house into a 2 bedroom apartment. (Don't worry, it's a good thing. Selling the house was a huge burden lifted from my almost-retired parents.) My parents are over 60 though and cleaning their house was yet another burden I decided to try and unburden them from doing. I'm not in any better shape but at least I have age and time on my side.
I had to go to the doctor yesterday for some personal issues and it was one of those appointments where my husband felt compelled to accompany me. (Don't worry, that was a good thing too. I knew immediately upon waking up that morning that I wasn't going to be able to do it alone.)
Note: Even though most times where my husband attends things he isn't supposed to I wanna strangle him, he actually made this grueling and terrifying experience tolerable. I reserve the right to bitch and moan about him later though.
Anywhoooo.
It was a longer day than expected which meant wringing my hands, sweating and feeling like I was going to hyperventilate. When I finally had to go in for the "procedure" of sorts, I had managed to hype myself up into a twitchy mess of heaving breaths and almost hysterical crying. Here is why my husband was welcome.
Husband: Would it make you feel better if you could kick me in the balls while they do it?
Me: Um...maybe?
Husband: (looking at my doctor) Is that possible? Can I go in there with her?
Doctor: No. I'm sorry. She's gotta be brave like she's always been.
Me: I'm not much of a tough cookie today Doc. I'm more of an uncooked cookie.
Doctor: Oh come on! This is coming from the girl who decided epidurals were for wimps.
Me: I only said that because it wore off before it should've and I didn't want him to do it again. Purely wimpy statement on my behalf.
Doctor: Nope, you'll always be my toughest patient.
Husband: Sorry babe, I tried.
Me: Can I just kick you in the balls now then?
Doctor: You two are funny. Toughest AND favorite patient.
Husband: (looking at the doctor) If we're that, can she kick YOU in the balls then?
Doctor: Um....no.
Me: Well jeez Doc, what do I need to be in order to do THAT then?
Doctor: My wife.
Me: ::giggle:: Okay, I'm ready. Take me to your leader. (looking at my husband) You better cover your balls babe....I know where you sleep.
And that is why he was welcome. He managed to take my mind off of everything and focus on the prospect of kneeing testicles instead.
Note: I paid him back for his attention by NOT kneeing him in the balls. I am a good wife next to my good husband. At least that is what I told myself last night after I medicated and drifted off into a drug-induced coma.
Happy Hump Day people! Make it a good one cause it'll be over before you know it!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
3/30/10
My Want List.
Wants and needs. Two very different words and even more difficult to decipher which is more important. It was a question my mom used to ask throughout my life.
"Do you need a beer or do you just want a beer?"
Nine times out of ten, I both wanted and needed the beer. When it comes to material things though, wants and needs get easier to identify. The importance of those two words can either put you in the poor house or in rehab. As an adult, we have the capacity to pick and choose what we get ourselves. As children, we didn't have the ability to say no. All we cared about as kids was we wanted it and we wanted it now. Need? Okay, we needed it too.
My carpool brigade are three tweens. My daughter, M, a responsible child that expects to get paid an allowance for being capable of owning a house key and opening the door. The neighbor girl, M2, a smart and church-going girl that always has something inspirational to say. She's pretty dang smart too. The neighbor boy, E, a smart ass, church-going boy who thinks my tube tops are the coolest comeback. The difference of their want lists are typical of who they are.
My daughter, M.
1) Money.
2) Money.
3) An iPhone.
The neighbor girl, M2.
1) World Peace.
2) Straight A's.
3) World Peace.
The neighbor boy, E.
1) An iPhone.
2) A laptop.
3) A sickle and a machete.
4) An iPod Touch.
5) An E-reader.
My adult words of reality to the three tweens?
To my daughter, M. Sweetie, you're gonna have to do a lot more than turn a key and open a door to get an allowance. Going from school to home on your own is no reason to get paid. God gave you legs. They're for walking, running and crawling if you have to. Congratulations! You've. Got. Legs. Oh, and you've got an iPod Touch...what the hell do you need an iPhone for?
To the neighbor girl, M2. Sweetie, you are smart so straight A's are possible. Don't put too much pressure on yourself though. There ain't nothing wrong with a B. Oh, and world peace? Never gonna happen! Sorry about that.
To the neighbor boy, E. Sweetie, you need to lower your standards. Making 20 cents an hour isn't gonna get you any of those things on your list. Get yourself a library card and I promise for the next 7 months I will be sporting a tube top....just for you!
My want list?
1) Health.
2) Happiness.
3) Piece of Mind.
I smoke so therefore, I am NOT healthy but that's my own fault.
I'm always smiling so happiness for me is making sure my smile is contagious. If you don't feel like smiling, that's your own fault. Ain't my problem.
I live and lie in my own bed. Anything I've ever done that could be perceived as a mistake or a regret is what got me here today. I'm perfectly fine with that. No regrets.
And finally, putting the word "need" in front of those "wants" changes them. I need health. I need happiness. I need piece of mind.
1) Must. Quit. Smoking.
2) Say goodbye to toxic people that think the world revolves around them, therefore infecting me with negativity.
3) Never make a mistake twice...cause that's just stoooopid.
Happy Tuesday people! It's just like Monday except Tuesday called in sick and Monday pulled a double!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
"Do you need a beer or do you just want a beer?"
Nine times out of ten, I both wanted and needed the beer. When it comes to material things though, wants and needs get easier to identify. The importance of those two words can either put you in the poor house or in rehab. As an adult, we have the capacity to pick and choose what we get ourselves. As children, we didn't have the ability to say no. All we cared about as kids was we wanted it and we wanted it now. Need? Okay, we needed it too.
My carpool brigade are three tweens. My daughter, M, a responsible child that expects to get paid an allowance for being capable of owning a house key and opening the door. The neighbor girl, M2, a smart and church-going girl that always has something inspirational to say. She's pretty dang smart too. The neighbor boy, E, a smart ass, church-going boy who thinks my tube tops are the coolest comeback. The difference of their want lists are typical of who they are.
My daughter, M.
1) Money.
2) Money.
3) An iPhone.
The neighbor girl, M2.
1) World Peace.
2) Straight A's.
3) World Peace.
The neighbor boy, E.
1) An iPhone.
2) A laptop.
3) A sickle and a machete.
4) An iPod Touch.
5) An E-reader.
My adult words of reality to the three tweens?
To my daughter, M. Sweetie, you're gonna have to do a lot more than turn a key and open a door to get an allowance. Going from school to home on your own is no reason to get paid. God gave you legs. They're for walking, running and crawling if you have to. Congratulations! You've. Got. Legs. Oh, and you've got an iPod Touch...what the hell do you need an iPhone for?
To the neighbor girl, M2. Sweetie, you are smart so straight A's are possible. Don't put too much pressure on yourself though. There ain't nothing wrong with a B. Oh, and world peace? Never gonna happen! Sorry about that.
To the neighbor boy, E. Sweetie, you need to lower your standards. Making 20 cents an hour isn't gonna get you any of those things on your list. Get yourself a library card and I promise for the next 7 months I will be sporting a tube top....just for you!
My want list?
1) Health.
2) Happiness.
3) Piece of Mind.
I smoke so therefore, I am NOT healthy but that's my own fault.
I'm always smiling so happiness for me is making sure my smile is contagious. If you don't feel like smiling, that's your own fault. Ain't my problem.
I live and lie in my own bed. Anything I've ever done that could be perceived as a mistake or a regret is what got me here today. I'm perfectly fine with that. No regrets.
And finally, putting the word "need" in front of those "wants" changes them. I need health. I need happiness. I need piece of mind.
1) Must. Quit. Smoking.
2) Say goodbye to toxic people that think the world revolves around them, therefore infecting me with negativity.
3) Never make a mistake twice...cause that's just stoooopid.
Happy Tuesday people! It's just like Monday except Tuesday called in sick and Monday pulled a double!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
3/28/10
This is why Monday's suck. (In my opinion)
As with any job, Monday shows up and everybody cringes. It's like a do-over. Except not the good kind of do-over where you can win instead of lose. It's the do-over where you won and really don't want to give anybody a second chance to make you lose. Those types of do-overs SUCK.
From what I remember, as this is my first Monday back at the job, Monday's for a pharmacy mean, you've got the weekend customers of idiots that didn't understand that doctor's rarely work on the weekend. You've got the basket of crap that couldn't be done over the weekend. You've got the customers that went to the doctor, received a prescription to get out of work on Monday. All in all, Monday's really suck.
I have always been a Monday technician. I don't think I ever missed a Monday when I worked because if you ever did, you would be hated for like ever. You just can't miss a Monday. I think it's against the law. Monday is the day that dictates if the rest of the week goes smoothly. Of course smoothly until Friday when all those pre-weekend idiots return to the pharmacy to get everything done before the weekend. Yah, pretty much the worst days to work are Monday's and Friday's.
I work Monday's and Friday's. Yay me!
But that's okay. I'd rather be in the muck of things than be in the way. Besides, the day flies by when you're running around like an idiot, dealing with people that think the world revolves around them and give yourself twenty minute time limits on a buttload of prescriptions that should normally take an hour. It was one of those rough weekends where everything that could've gone wrong, did go wrong. I'm actually happy it's over and I have another weekend to look forward to....in five freaking days.
Have a great Monday people. It'll be over before you know it!
P.S. He will never read this but my husband kicked butt this weekend with the "everything went wrong" events. Thanks for helping me out with them and I'm sorry I called you a dumbass more than normal. You're my dumbass though. :)
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
From what I remember, as this is my first Monday back at the job, Monday's for a pharmacy mean, you've got the weekend customers of idiots that didn't understand that doctor's rarely work on the weekend. You've got the basket of crap that couldn't be done over the weekend. You've got the customers that went to the doctor, received a prescription to get out of work on Monday. All in all, Monday's really suck.
I have always been a Monday technician. I don't think I ever missed a Monday when I worked because if you ever did, you would be hated for like ever. You just can't miss a Monday. I think it's against the law. Monday is the day that dictates if the rest of the week goes smoothly. Of course smoothly until Friday when all those pre-weekend idiots return to the pharmacy to get everything done before the weekend. Yah, pretty much the worst days to work are Monday's and Friday's.
I work Monday's and Friday's. Yay me!
But that's okay. I'd rather be in the muck of things than be in the way. Besides, the day flies by when you're running around like an idiot, dealing with people that think the world revolves around them and give yourself twenty minute time limits on a buttload of prescriptions that should normally take an hour. It was one of those rough weekends where everything that could've gone wrong, did go wrong. I'm actually happy it's over and I have another weekend to look forward to....in five freaking days.
Have a great Monday people. It'll be over before you know it!
P.S. He will never read this but my husband kicked butt this weekend with the "everything went wrong" events. Thanks for helping me out with them and I'm sorry I called you a dumbass more than normal. You're my dumbass though. :)
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
3/26/10
The Problem with Being New.
I had a great day at work yesterday. The consensus of the technician, the pharmacist and the relief pharmacist is I am kicking ass for only starting last Monday. Go me! And I kind of knew that I was getting it. It couldn't just be me seeing this. It was nice of them to confirm my belief. I had insurance problems, refill denials, electronic prescriptions and not one idiot customer made me want to jump the counter and throttle them. All in all, it was a stellar day.
The problem with being new though is everything turns into a training session. A mistake or a question is automatically turned into a long, drawn out explanation. I get it, you've got to know how to do it the right way before you can actually qualify it as a mistake. If you don't know how to do it right, how can you make sure you don't do it wrong? I get that. Really, I do. It's just usually if I have a question, all I really want at that second is an answer.
Just tell me the time, don't tell me how to make the clock.
My boss is a very nice guy. He's not very intimidating like most bosses are. He's actually quite likeable. Score another perk for Jeanie! There is just one thing. He's like Dennis Hopper on SPEED when he told Keanu Reeves, "Pop quiz asshole!" He's constantly turning any type of information into a test of sorts. My problem with this is I don't get when he's testing me. Here's a typical conversation.
Him: Do you know about the Return Authorization and Credit Return forms?
Me: Yah.
Him: We have a filing system for them that is very simple. The forms are very important because.....
(This is how he does it. He'll just let the sentence hang prompting me to do this.)
Me: Oh! Um....er....because you need to know if you're going to get your money back.
Him: Right. And why is that important?
Me: Um...cause you wanna get paid? (Seriously, this is the correct answer.)
But that's how he trains. A quick two minute explanation turns into a ten minute pop quiz. Here's another one.
Him: Have they told you about the workflow and the stations of the pharmacy?
Me: Um....no. (I'm starting to realize that I say "Um" too much. Stop that Jeanie.)
Him: Oh, well lemme show you. What sports did you play in high school?
Me: Um...I didn't play sports. (I was tempted to finish this with, "I was too busy getting high under the bleachers." But I didn't.)
Him: No really, what did you play in high school?
Me: Seriously, I don't play sports.
Him: Okay, what's your favorite sport?
Me: Football.
Him: Can you win the game with just a quarterback?
Me: Well, no you can't (insert name here).
Him: Why not?
Me: Because the quarterback wouldn't have anybody to throw the ball to (insert name here).
Him: Why else?
Me: Because he wouldn't have anybody to protect him. It would be sack central. ::Cough::Ben Roethlesberger::Cough::
Him: Exactly. The head tech is the quarterback and all the other people are his/her receivers and blockers.
Me: Got it.
And that was yet another fifteen minute explanation on how if there are two techs, one of them is the typer and the other is his/her back up.
Seriously, throw in some pizza rolls and press the buttons. I don't need to know how the microwave heats food from the inside out.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
The problem with being new though is everything turns into a training session. A mistake or a question is automatically turned into a long, drawn out explanation. I get it, you've got to know how to do it the right way before you can actually qualify it as a mistake. If you don't know how to do it right, how can you make sure you don't do it wrong? I get that. Really, I do. It's just usually if I have a question, all I really want at that second is an answer.
Just tell me the time, don't tell me how to make the clock.
My boss is a very nice guy. He's not very intimidating like most bosses are. He's actually quite likeable. Score another perk for Jeanie! There is just one thing. He's like Dennis Hopper on SPEED when he told Keanu Reeves, "Pop quiz asshole!" He's constantly turning any type of information into a test of sorts. My problem with this is I don't get when he's testing me. Here's a typical conversation.
Him: Do you know about the Return Authorization and Credit Return forms?
Me: Yah.
Him: We have a filing system for them that is very simple. The forms are very important because.....
(This is how he does it. He'll just let the sentence hang prompting me to do this.)
Me: Oh! Um....er....because you need to know if you're going to get your money back.
Him: Right. And why is that important?
Me: Um...cause you wanna get paid? (Seriously, this is the correct answer.)
But that's how he trains. A quick two minute explanation turns into a ten minute pop quiz. Here's another one.
Him: Have they told you about the workflow and the stations of the pharmacy?
Me: Um....no. (I'm starting to realize that I say "Um" too much. Stop that Jeanie.)
Him: Oh, well lemme show you. What sports did you play in high school?
Me: Um...I didn't play sports. (I was tempted to finish this with, "I was too busy getting high under the bleachers." But I didn't.)
Him: No really, what did you play in high school?
Me: Seriously, I don't play sports.
Him: Okay, what's your favorite sport?
Me: Football.
Him: Can you win the game with just a quarterback?
Me: Well, no you can't (insert name here).
Him: Why not?
Me: Because the quarterback wouldn't have anybody to throw the ball to (insert name here).
Him: Why else?
Me: Because he wouldn't have anybody to protect him. It would be sack central. ::Cough::Ben Roethlesberger::Cough::
Him: Exactly. The head tech is the quarterback and all the other people are his/her receivers and blockers.
Me: Got it.
And that was yet another fifteen minute explanation on how if there are two techs, one of them is the typer and the other is his/her back up.
Seriously, throw in some pizza rolls and press the buttons. I don't need to know how the microwave heats food from the inside out.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
3/25/10
Goth Princess
It said brown and came out black.
What am I talking about? My hair. I only work four hours today but it's just enough time for people to notice and wonder what was I thinking? My only defense is Goth Princesses don't wear red and khaki.
The good news is my gray is completely gone and my striking black hair pulls anybodies attention away from the zit on my cheek. That's another thing! What the hell is up with adult acne? When I was in high school, I never got a zit or pimple. You can hate me but you can also laugh at me because now I'm getting them. But seriously, what the hell?
I'm a pretty hot 35 year old. I'm probably at my best these days and karma has bitten me on the cheeks and chin. Thanks karma, 'preciate it! Not only have you given me a child that is my exact replica in all aspects of life, you've turned me into a 35 year old pimple popping geek.
Anywhoooo!
I'm a busy girl tonight. I have to do the soccer mom thing and help my mom pack some more boxes. K was invited by the high school girl's soccer team to be the ballgirl for their 3rd round championship game. So excited! K is my soccer star. My little mini-me has gotten her daddy's athletic abilities too. I can't claim that. My only athleticism was tee-ball where I actually struck out, (true story) and 8th grade basketball where our only win was a forfeit. I was more of a watcher. Either that or I just wanted to smoke a joint under the bleachers. Shoot me, I was a teenager.
So on this Thursday, let's figure out how to make it through the day and finally get to Friday. My Friday will be my first lone technician duty. Just me and a pharmacist. Eeeeeek! On second thought, let's try to slow this day down so Friday will never get here. Have a great day!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
What am I talking about? My hair. I only work four hours today but it's just enough time for people to notice and wonder what was I thinking? My only defense is Goth Princesses don't wear red and khaki.
The good news is my gray is completely gone and my striking black hair pulls anybodies attention away from the zit on my cheek. That's another thing! What the hell is up with adult acne? When I was in high school, I never got a zit or pimple. You can hate me but you can also laugh at me because now I'm getting them. But seriously, what the hell?
I'm a pretty hot 35 year old. I'm probably at my best these days and karma has bitten me on the cheeks and chin. Thanks karma, 'preciate it! Not only have you given me a child that is my exact replica in all aspects of life, you've turned me into a 35 year old pimple popping geek.
Anywhoooo!
I'm a busy girl tonight. I have to do the soccer mom thing and help my mom pack some more boxes. K was invited by the high school girl's soccer team to be the ballgirl for their 3rd round championship game. So excited! K is my soccer star. My little mini-me has gotten her daddy's athletic abilities too. I can't claim that. My only athleticism was tee-ball where I actually struck out, (true story) and 8th grade basketball where our only win was a forfeit. I was more of a watcher. Either that or I just wanted to smoke a joint under the bleachers. Shoot me, I was a teenager.
So on this Thursday, let's figure out how to make it through the day and finally get to Friday. My Friday will be my first lone technician duty. Just me and a pharmacist. Eeeeeek! On second thought, let's try to slow this day down so Friday will never get here. Have a great day!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
3/24/10
Wednesday/Hump Day/Bitch about your husband day
I know my title isn't very original but hey, I'm tired. When I stayed at home all day, everyday, I loved Hump Day. It was the middle of the week. Yep, that was how boring it was when the weekend didn't really mean much to me.
So I worked Monday and Tuesday this week. I typed my fingers raw and stood on my feet all day. BTW, still haven't gotten a good pair of shoes but I'll refrain from bitching about how sore my feet are. My kids are doing very good with the ten minutes of alone time it takes me to get from the store to the house. Megan has only lost her key once....granted, she only had it two days but baby steps. It's hard being a responsible kid when you're only twelve. She's the most responsible of the two girls I own so I'm pretty lucky.
I've managed to glide into this working mother routine with the grace of a ballerina. If a ballerina wore red shirts and khakis....I'd perform The Nutcracker for you, I would. I've always had a hot meal on the table. I've gone to my husband's soccer games and cheered my fine ass off. I've even helped my kids with their homework. I've actually done more as a working mother than I've ever done as a stay at home mom. Go me! Of course, I completely get that I'm not the minority here. Mom's have been doing this for years. My two week accomplishment is crackers compared to them. But hey, this is me, let me pat myself on the back.
With working though, it has its drawbacks. My husband has found a new button to push. I've mentioned the "buttons" before. Call me a bad mother, a bad wife or anything that I've always tried to be good at....and I fall to pieces. My husband rarely does this but if he's backed into a corner....he says it. It's like the lame comeback, "Oh yeah? Well...um....YOUR MOMMA!" Yeah, that's my husband.
So, what's the new button?
Well, I had a great day yesterday. Only made a few mistakes and even smiled through an episode with a customer that I'm convinced was an idiot. When my husband and I got home almost at the same time, it was obvious from the get go that we weren't going to be able to have a civilized conversation. I had Chicken n' Dumplings in the crock pot. My husband was eating burritos.
Me: What are you eating now?
Him: Another burrito. Why?
Me: Well, let's see. I've got dinner already planned and you're eating your weight in burritos. Why do you think?
Him: ::Slam slam:: Fine. What are you? My mother?
Me: Thank god I'm not your mother because I would've kicked your scrawny ass by now. I don't give a crap what you do. I'll just make sure not to put myself out by getting a hot meal on the table for ya anymore if you'd rather stuff your fat ass with microwave burritos.
Him: You know what? Maybe this working thing isn't working out for ya. If you're going to come home and be a bitch (This was an allowed "bitch" calling.) maybe you shouldn't be working.
Me: You know what? This had nothing to do with work. This is about you being an asshole. Maybe this being married to you isn't working out for me....what should I do about that? (Yah, I went there but he pressed a button. And if he presses the button then I have every right to press my own button.)
So there you have it. That was the button.
1) I'm a bad mother.
2) I'm a bad wife.
3) I'm a bad human being.
4) I'm not cut out for this "working" thing because it's impacting the family.
After I left the premises and cooled off. I went back into the living room and said this.
Me: If you ever say that again about me working and needing to quit because I'm obviously not cut out for it, I'll never forgive you. It won't hurt me anymore. It will just make me mad. I will hate you forever.
Him: Agreed. But I find it hard to believe this started because of a microwave burrito. I think we just had equally hard days and needed to take a breath.
Me: No, this started because I rushed home from a really good day at work, had a really good meal planned and you decided you wanted to stuff your face with crap instead of wait just a little bit for a good meal. But don't worry, I forgive you and I didn't need to take a breath. Can we watch LOST now?
Problem solved....I think.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
So I worked Monday and Tuesday this week. I typed my fingers raw and stood on my feet all day. BTW, still haven't gotten a good pair of shoes but I'll refrain from bitching about how sore my feet are. My kids are doing very good with the ten minutes of alone time it takes me to get from the store to the house. Megan has only lost her key once....granted, she only had it two days but baby steps. It's hard being a responsible kid when you're only twelve. She's the most responsible of the two girls I own so I'm pretty lucky.
I've managed to glide into this working mother routine with the grace of a ballerina. If a ballerina wore red shirts and khakis....I'd perform The Nutcracker for you, I would. I've always had a hot meal on the table. I've gone to my husband's soccer games and cheered my fine ass off. I've even helped my kids with their homework. I've actually done more as a working mother than I've ever done as a stay at home mom. Go me! Of course, I completely get that I'm not the minority here. Mom's have been doing this for years. My two week accomplishment is crackers compared to them. But hey, this is me, let me pat myself on the back.
With working though, it has its drawbacks. My husband has found a new button to push. I've mentioned the "buttons" before. Call me a bad mother, a bad wife or anything that I've always tried to be good at....and I fall to pieces. My husband rarely does this but if he's backed into a corner....he says it. It's like the lame comeback, "Oh yeah? Well...um....YOUR MOMMA!" Yeah, that's my husband.
So, what's the new button?
Well, I had a great day yesterday. Only made a few mistakes and even smiled through an episode with a customer that I'm convinced was an idiot. When my husband and I got home almost at the same time, it was obvious from the get go that we weren't going to be able to have a civilized conversation. I had Chicken n' Dumplings in the crock pot. My husband was eating burritos.
Me: What are you eating now?
Him: Another burrito. Why?
Me: Well, let's see. I've got dinner already planned and you're eating your weight in burritos. Why do you think?
Him: ::Slam slam:: Fine. What are you? My mother?
Me: Thank god I'm not your mother because I would've kicked your scrawny ass by now. I don't give a crap what you do. I'll just make sure not to put myself out by getting a hot meal on the table for ya anymore if you'd rather stuff your fat ass with microwave burritos.
Him: You know what? Maybe this working thing isn't working out for ya. If you're going to come home and be a bitch (This was an allowed "bitch" calling.) maybe you shouldn't be working.
Me: You know what? This had nothing to do with work. This is about you being an asshole. Maybe this being married to you isn't working out for me....what should I do about that? (Yah, I went there but he pressed a button. And if he presses the button then I have every right to press my own button.)
So there you have it. That was the button.
1) I'm a bad mother.
2) I'm a bad wife.
3) I'm a bad human being.
4) I'm not cut out for this "working" thing because it's impacting the family.
After I left the premises and cooled off. I went back into the living room and said this.
Me: If you ever say that again about me working and needing to quit because I'm obviously not cut out for it, I'll never forgive you. It won't hurt me anymore. It will just make me mad. I will hate you forever.
Him: Agreed. But I find it hard to believe this started because of a microwave burrito. I think we just had equally hard days and needed to take a breath.
Me: No, this started because I rushed home from a really good day at work, had a really good meal planned and you decided you wanted to stuff your face with crap instead of wait just a little bit for a good meal. But don't worry, I forgive you and I didn't need to take a breath. Can we watch LOST now?
Problem solved....I think.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
3/23/10
Tuesday Carpool
Yesterday was great! Finally getting it. It's slow going but slow and steady...wins the race? Great, I'm a turtle.
Today was Tuesday Carpool. We were all a little tired this morning. Carpool days are going to be a little tight as I'm going to have to be dressed and ready before I start chauffeuring these kids around. Last week was Spring Break. Seems like everybody enjoyed a relaxing week with entirely too much time on their hands with nowhere to go. Thanks a lot Bin Laden! :)
Me: What did everybody do over Spring Break?
M2: We had a staycation. We technically had a vacation when we went on our cruise so we did absolutely nothing.
Me: Well, that's okay. We didn't do anything special either except watch a couple movies at the theatre.
E: I hung out with you guys all week...remember?
Me: Yes E, I found it hard to believe that even a Spring Break can't get rid of ya.
E: I watched some movies too. My mom got Netflix and made us watch a bunch of movies she used to watch as a kid.
Me: Like what? (I imagined like Sixteen Candles or Breakfast Club. E's mom and I are almost the same age.)
E: The Muppets. Clash of the Titans, the lame one.
Me: The lame one?? Oh E, that one ROCKED! They used ketchup for blood! The special effects were stellar considering how back in the day it was. And The Muppets were exactly what I used to watch on Sunday nights. I'm sure the Bishop would approve.
E: I wanna watch the new one.
Me: They've got a new Muppets movie?
E: Um....seriously, the Muppets are lame Miss Jean.
Me: You're lame!
E: Good comeback. The only good thing about the Muppets was seeing Miss Piggy in a tube top. Question?
Me: Don't even say it.
E: Miss Piggy was your favorite huh?
Me: Miss Piggy ROCKED!
E: Don't tell him I said this but Conrad will always be Kermit the Frog to me now.
Me: Ima tell him you said that.
E: It was nice knowing you guys.
But seriously, The Muppets kicked ass. So does my husband, so say goodbye to E!
Oh Kermie! :)
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
Today was Tuesday Carpool. We were all a little tired this morning. Carpool days are going to be a little tight as I'm going to have to be dressed and ready before I start chauffeuring these kids around. Last week was Spring Break. Seems like everybody enjoyed a relaxing week with entirely too much time on their hands with nowhere to go. Thanks a lot Bin Laden! :)
Me: What did everybody do over Spring Break?
M2: We had a staycation. We technically had a vacation when we went on our cruise so we did absolutely nothing.
Me: Well, that's okay. We didn't do anything special either except watch a couple movies at the theatre.
E: I hung out with you guys all week...remember?
Me: Yes E, I found it hard to believe that even a Spring Break can't get rid of ya.
E: I watched some movies too. My mom got Netflix and made us watch a bunch of movies she used to watch as a kid.
Me: Like what? (I imagined like Sixteen Candles or Breakfast Club. E's mom and I are almost the same age.)
E: The Muppets. Clash of the Titans, the lame one.
Me: The lame one?? Oh E, that one ROCKED! They used ketchup for blood! The special effects were stellar considering how back in the day it was. And The Muppets were exactly what I used to watch on Sunday nights. I'm sure the Bishop would approve.
E: I wanna watch the new one.
Me: They've got a new Muppets movie?
E: Um....seriously, the Muppets are lame Miss Jean.
Me: You're lame!
E: Good comeback. The only good thing about the Muppets was seeing Miss Piggy in a tube top. Question?
Me: Don't even say it.
E: Miss Piggy was your favorite huh?
Me: Miss Piggy ROCKED!
E: Don't tell him I said this but Conrad will always be Kermit the Frog to me now.
Me: Ima tell him you said that.
E: It was nice knowing you guys.
But seriously, The Muppets kicked ass. So does my husband, so say goodbye to E!
Oh Kermie! :)
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
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