No, I didn’t die or fall off the face of the earth. I am still here. Life lately has just been a little crazy. I’ll spare you the apologies. Don’t know how often I’ll be posting. But today I felt the need. Quick update…
I moved! Yep, I moved into a new home. Bigger property, more square footage, and of course bigger payment. The property includes a rental and so the income from the rental minus the mortgage actually makes the home affordable. We are happy with this move.
My grandmother died in March.
My dad got very sick in April. He ended up contracting Necrotizing Facitis (flesh-eating bacteria) while in the hospital and his leg had to be amputated above the knee. Currently he is in a rehab facility about 120 miles away. He is expected to have to rehab for 18 – 24 months.
He owns two fast food franchise restaurants in our city and so my sister and I have been running the stores for him in his absence. This means that #1, it has been about 22 years since I last worked in the stores and I am now having to re-learn everything plus the management side. #2, I now have two jobs! #3, less family time and my kids and husband are feeling it.
Taylor graduated from High School! I now officially have a college student. Kennedy will be a sophomore, Addi will start middle school, and Zoie is on her last year of elementary school.
The more I talk the older I sound.
I have been feeling pretty guilty about not being home lately. I’ve been making sure that we have at least one family day a week where we all spend time together doing whatever, but…
I haven’t been to the grocery store in about 2-3 weeks. We have officially run out of food. Yesterday, before I left for my 2nd job, I asked Eric about dinner. We are a little short on funds right now so I told him to just come and pick up some food from the store. So, we are right in the middle of a big rush and my phone rings. I ignore it and it rings again. Ignore, ring, ignore, ring, ignore. I finally answer it and tell them right in the middle of a rush and I would call back later. I call back like 45 min – 1 hr later and Hubby is pissed! He says that he doesn’t care what is going on when he calls, I answer the phone! I told him I was in the middle of a rush and couldn’t. He said that was bullshit and that I could have walked away for a minute to answer his phone call.
I just said fine, whatever (I wasn’t going to argue with him there at work) and asked him what he wanted. He said when he called he happened to be in town and wanted to come pick up dinner but now he was already home. I said fine, send Taylor or I would bring home food when I got off work. He said just to bring home some food.
This makes me mad because just earlier that day, he had been teaching at the college and I had called and he didn’t answer. I called him twice, texted him twice and no answer. When he finally did call, he said he was in the middle of teaching and couldn’t answer the call. It was kind of hard to do. Let me ask you, what is the difference between what I did and what he did? He is so upset with me right now that he didn’t even kiss me good-bye this morning. He said that every time I start with one of my bullshit projects I forget about everything and everyone else. I told him this was not a bullshit project since it looked like I was going to have to take over the stores permanently.
I’ve been trying to manage my time right and keep up with my duties to my family and work. I’ve been making sure he has whatever clothes he needs for the next day. I make sure to try to arrange dinner for that evening. Try to talk to the kids and not shoo them out of my room even though I am dead tired. I make sure to take care of my “wifely duties” even though I am dead tired. The only thing I know I have slacked on is the grocery shopping.
I hate it when we fight and I especially hate it when he doesn’t kiss me good-bye. My day just doesn’t feel right. I feel depressed and bitchy the rest of the day. It’s amazing what a kiss can do. I guess that is why I felt the need to write today. So I could vent a little. It’s amazing what writing can do also.
It’s still not as good as a kiss.
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