Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies

Wow, a week has gone by. I'd love to say it's been a glorious week, but it hasn't. It's been a very shitty week. Hubby and I have spent the last few days fighting and to be honest we rarely fight so it's been really difficult. The whole "me going back to work full time and husband taking care of dinner" hasn't been working at all. He just can't seem to get accustomed to the new schedule which drive me NUTS because I’m the schedule queen. If my crackberry ever died I’d have to kill myself go nuts. In my brain I understand that he sucks at schedules and remembering details and shit like that but it still makes me really angry. Because I sat down with my family and again with just him and discussed our new schedules and how things would change and when I’d be home and when I’d be training, etc. And when he “forgets” it just tells me that he doesn’t listen to me.

Ok, now I sound like a nagging wife. I know.

So that and just general depression from this whole stupid grief thing has just been kicking my ass. I’ve ate so much junk food over the past week that I’m embarrassed. As a rule, I eat very healthy during the week. I’m not a calorie counter, as much as I do write down what I eat and stick with healthy items. Sunday is my free day and even then I don’t go hog wild. But the last week….hot wings, pizza, chocolate cake, cookies, munchos, and I even bought, but haven’t ate, ZINGERS. Vanilla zingers are a HUGE weakness for me.

Wait, stop for a minute. Einstein just came home from school. He is doing something “raiders” for JRROTC. Three days a week he has to carry 30lbs in his backpack and then he spends an hour doing all types of physical activity that apparently he can’t tell me about. Apparently it’s some sort of military secret and he has to shoot me or something. But OMG you should see the blisters on his hands, my poor baby. He said three people quit after today. Now I want to know what he has to do. I might have to go on some commando mission. And when I say commando, I mean secretly watching, not going without my underwear you perverts.

Ok, back to Zingers. I don’t have a sweet tooth as a norm but I can’t resist zingers.

Great, now I’m talking about food. And I feel like barfing after seeing the blisters on my baby’s hands. The blisters that he is now picking rocks out of….but then I spend Saturday mornings getting the crap beaten out of me so I suppose I shouldn’t talk.

The husband is currently taunting me with the possibility of seeing Neil Diamond live. Yeah, that’s right I totally have the hots for Neil Diamond, go ahead mock me.

I’m working tomorrow night. Wish me luck. Hopefully I sell a lot of sex toys. LOTS!

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myfni wrote:
Sep. 27th, 2008 07:28 am (UTC)
I love neil diamond. And you can forget about your husband remembering ANYTHING. It's not in the male DNA and we're just supposed to accept it or something. Like it's a genetic flaw, oh well--just accept it. Men get away with so much. Lucky for us, we get to be genetically inclined once a month to be a bitch and oh well, they JUST HAVE TO LIVE WITH IT.
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jupitersinclair.wordpress.com wrote:
Sep. 28th, 2008 11:17 pm (UTC)
If you hadn't had such a crappy week, I would totally pick on you about Neil Diamond. I dunno....maybe it's because my mom was so into him that I just ...can't.I'm really hungry for junk food now.Thanks!