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Stuff and space
So I've been going through some stuff. Work stuff, family stuff, all around stress stuff. The worst of it is, I can't blog about it, I can't even so much as mention a teeny tiny bit of it without fear of reciprocity, which leads to more stress. Which is why I have been exerting a self imposed space around myself and blog.
Suffice it to say this; the man I love and sleep with are good. Two weeks alone sans Cub can do wonders for a relationship that was yearning for some much needed deposits into the emotional bank. And that is all you bloggy types get from me right now.. hee..maybe you can coax some stuff out of him.
Cub is fantabulous and I missed the little booger more than I can express. I finally figured out the payback to the stay at home Mom's I so envy during the School year. They are sitting around counting the days until school starts again !! Bwwwhhhhaaaaa!! Take that you over dressed come fuck me boot wearing I'll just go to the gym and tan today types I see as I am half put together and dashing off to work late again. Your tan is fading and you are wearing sweats!!
It has been really hard on me this go around.I figured out the problem. I like the little nut. A lot! Trust me when I say that there was a time in his life that I would have willingly traded him for something cute and fuzzy that purred or snored during the night and didn't require a diaper, bottle, boob, or anything else at 3 am. Now that he can talk, walk, wipe his own butt, and has mastered fun and sass- we are good to go! He's FUN, which is why I miss him more now. Now is when I want to be a stay at home Mom, but sadly, my bank account begs to differ.
Work has been relatively........odd. Adjusting to new space, less people, new projects and waaaay more fucking work now that it is just me and the man who signs my cheques. It is a transition. It is most definitely a work in progress. There is something funky going on in the main shared bathroom though that makes me feel like a super spy- more on that later.
Blog. I love to love you and hate to hate you. I love to hate you and hate to love you. I am torn and at odds with what I want to do; what I want; and what I can do. It's not there yet and I feel like I am struggling to find a voice in a sea of fabulousity.
I was having a mental break down with the man who is my best friend tonight and he warned me that I shouldn't Blog upset or pissed off; tonight I am both and left to my own devices.
So here I go, off to take my tired ass to bed; just as a side note, did I mention that when you spend an amount of time working out- you do not instantly come out 30 pounds lighter!! Why does this work for people on TV? Remind me when I am back to some semblance of sanity to go and kick Jillian's ass.
Night, Night!
AA
Suffice it to say this; the man I love and sleep with are good. Two weeks alone sans Cub can do wonders for a relationship that was yearning for some much needed deposits into the emotional bank. And that is all you bloggy types get from me right now.. hee..maybe you can coax some stuff out of him.
Cub is fantabulous and I missed the little booger more than I can express. I finally figured out the payback to the stay at home Mom's I so envy during the School year. They are sitting around counting the days until school starts again !! Bwwwhhhhaaaaa!! Take that you over dressed come fuck me boot wearing I'll just go to the gym and tan today types I see as I am half put together and dashing off to work late again. Your tan is fading and you are wearing sweats!!
It has been really hard on me this go around.I figured out the problem. I like the little nut. A lot! Trust me when I say that there was a time in his life that I would have willingly traded him for something cute and fuzzy that purred or snored during the night and didn't require a diaper, bottle, boob, or anything else at 3 am. Now that he can talk, walk, wipe his own butt, and has mastered fun and sass- we are good to go! He's FUN, which is why I miss him more now. Now is when I want to be a stay at home Mom, but sadly, my bank account begs to differ.
Work has been relatively........odd. Adjusting to new space, less people, new projects and waaaay more fucking work now that it is just me and the man who signs my cheques. It is a transition. It is most definitely a work in progress. There is something funky going on in the main shared bathroom though that makes me feel like a super spy- more on that later.
Blog. I love to love you and hate to hate you. I love to hate you and hate to love you. I am torn and at odds with what I want to do; what I want; and what I can do. It's not there yet and I feel like I am struggling to find a voice in a sea of fabulousity.
I was having a mental break down with the man who is my best friend tonight and he warned me that I shouldn't Blog upset or pissed off; tonight I am both and left to my own devices.
So here I go, off to take my tired ass to bed; just as a side note, did I mention that when you spend an amount of time working out- you do not instantly come out 30 pounds lighter!! Why does this work for people on TV? Remind me when I am back to some semblance of sanity to go and kick Jillian's ass.
Night, Night!
AA
