Well… some day I’m going to figure out how to properly juggle life, work, laundry, food shopping, cleaning and all those other life necessities in addition to blogging. It seems that on any given week one of these items is suffering. It’s usually food shopping – as evidenced by all the take out containers currently in my fridge – but this week, it was also blogging.
This week has been a whirlwind.
This was one of those weeks where the world crumbles around you and all you can do is stand in the middle of the tornado and hope that when the house finally settles, you’ll see cute little munchkins and a colorful new path to follow.
And just for the record, I’m still waiting for the witch to stop bicycling past our window (and no, that’s not a Halloween reference although, I do have some Halloween stories that I’ll have to share at a later time). Today’s post will give you a glimpse into the mess that has recently become known as our lives.
If you’ve been a long time reader, you know that hubby is an Awfulizer. And normally, I am The Voice of Reason, The Talker off the Cliff, The Keeper of the Feet on the Ground, for hubby. But this week has been one of my most challenging weeks ever.
Let me start the story with a little groundwork.
- Hubby is an Awfulizer
- Hubby is having a very stressful time at work (he’s overworked, underpaid, over-stressed and the demands on him right now have hit an all time high)
- Hubby really needs his downtime
- Hubby doesn’t handle stress well
- Hubby really needs his downtime
- Did I mention, hubby is an Awfulizer?
And oh yeah…. I am an EVIL WOMAN
Now that the scene has been set, let’s reflect back to last weekend.
Due to an array of details that I can’t blog about, hubby is having an incredibly tough time at work. This started about a month ago and he is apparently on one of those paths, where things do indeed get worse before they get better. As a result, Hubby is cranky all the time and is having trouble seeing the forest through the trees. So, when the weekend arrives, hubby wants to do things that make him happy and give him a brief respite from the stresses of his work week. BUT… life somehow continually gets in way of this. It started last weekend when we began to wrestle with the challenge of balancing his need for downtime with the need to do some necessary outdoor house projects that MUST get done before it gets too cold. As you can imagine, since any household project is obviously for ME not for him (this is the beauty of the Division of Labor at our house!), I am an evil force working against him to ensure that he’s miserable & overworked at home, just like at his job.
As I’m sure you know, from reading the blog, I spend almost all of my downtime crafting ways to ruin hubby’s life. I take incredible joy in watching him toil away doing useless and unnecessary chores around our house (you know things like tossing empty soda cans into the trash, putting dirty clothes in the laundry basket and the life-destroying – wiping up toothpaste from the sink). Yes, I’m THAT evil.
So, hubby lost his entire weekend to chores and apparently I’m the reason that he didn’t get to de-stress before he headed back to the mine field that is work. So, when this weekend rolled around, hubby was feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders and was bearing the burden of 2 weeks of crankiness since he didn’t get any down time last weekend. And, what better way to de-stress than for me to force him to go into NYC with another couple, to take a cooking class. Ok, well, I’m sure hubby could name oh, about a cajillion things that would be better.
Things like:
- Poking his eyes out with a pencil
- Tearing his nose hairs out with tweezers
- Or quite possibly…. getting a root canal
Which in more literal terms, means he’s extra miserable that I’m making him do something so stupid! And, just to set the record straight, this evening had been discussed, planned & paid for weeks earlier (well before his life started to suck…) So here we are, headed to NY for an evening of cooking, wine and friends….. it’s obviously bound to be a miserable night!
And, sorry to do this to you but……please stay tuned for part 2. Where you get to see just how dark the cloud is that’s living above our heads
And, I know it doesn’t seem all that miserable yet.. but ask yourself what might happen if you combine a $55 glass of scotch, a grocery store, a dead cell phone and a cop (but not necessarily in that order)!
To read Part 2 of this story please click here: Yes, Things Can Get Worse!
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