Well my trip to New Orleans is canceled. Yeah, okay, there’s a hurricane headed that way. But we actually canceled because all of the darn real estate agents are griping that Chapin’s stuff is still in the house. So instead of getting away for some R&R, I am stuck packing and cleaning. I’m going to give Blue Eye’s Chapin’s prized possession (his grill), which he did not get in the divorce decree but I’m sure assumes will be his. I’m also going to give my parents my wicked awesome washer and dryer because theirs are old and nasty. I might donate some of our dishes and other household goods and blankets to the local battered women shelter. I just hate to have to spend my weekend on this. Ugh.
Fortunately, unless he gets called in tonight (or tomorrow – he’s on call Sat/Sun), Blue Eyes has said he will come keep me company and do a little heavy lifting for me. Yay for strong men. My Dad has also said he will help but he’s pretty useless these days (sounds harsh but it’s the truth) so I am planning to spend Saturday packing and then head out to track down some day laborers on Sunday to help move the bulk of the stuff to the storage unit. I will probably put some items out on the curb and then post them on Freecycle. That usually works quickly.
When/if Chapin finally returns, my current plan is to make him take Pumpkinhead for an entire weekend of Daddy/Son reconnecting time and I am going to go hole up for a weekend somewhere fun and enjoy some adult time! The bastard has had eight weeks of “recovery” time. It is MY turn! Hell, if I have my way he’ll come back on a Friday and I’ll hand over his truck and his kid and then hop on a plane myself. LOL. In reality, I’ll probably stick a bit closer to home (just in case) but I am definitely going somewhere.
Pumpkinhead and I just had the best giggle fest. Ever since he was an infant, he has had the biggest belly laugh that just sucks in everyone around him. There is no way not to at least crack a smile. So anyway, he came home sweaty and bright red from racing around with his little girlfriend across the street and drank a HUGE glass of ice water. His Daddy called for a quick bedtime chat with him (about time!) and then Pumpkinhead and I played with his bath squirt toys. Once he was satisfied that I was wet enough, he got out and we read Don’t Bump the Glump. It is a hilarious Shel Silverstein book with a ton of wildly illustrated and crazily named creatures. Cracks Pumpkinhead up everytime. The laughter led to tickles and now he is seriously wired so I’m sitting in a chair near his bed “working” while he falls asleep. Ahhh, these are the days.
Stole this one from A Woman in Law School.
1. My uncle once made his racist feelings known about my African American nephew.
2. Never in my life have I tried a single (non-prescription) drug or cigarettes.
3. When I was five my parents got mad because I put my Barbie on top of the car and they drove over it. Tee-hee.
4. High school was one long melodramatic soap opera of my own making.
5. I will never forget to floss.
6. Once I met Dean Cain at a Princeton breakfast joint. He and the girl he was with gave up their seat for my bible study group.
7. There’s this boy I know who makes me laugh just by smiling.
8. Once, at a bar, I watched some freaky ass group gay porn.
9. By noon, I’m almost halfway through my daily routine.
10. Last night I could not sleep until about 1 a.m. and kept having nightmares about Chapin killing me.
11. If only I had lottery winnings to build myself a used bookstore and a house next to a large lake.
12. Next time I go to church might be this Sunday after Divorce Care.
13. What worries me most is that I will never truly know myself and trust my feelings and that I will be used/abused again.
14. When I turn my head left I see huge piles of laundry that need folding.
15. When I turn my head right I see a 1/4-full bottle of wine and a beautiful bunch of flowers I bought for myself today.
16. You know I’m lying when I can’t stop grinning and it’s inappropriate.
17. What I miss most about the Eighties is sitting up in a tree with my girlfriends reading Babysitters Club books.
18. If I were a character in Shakespeare I’d be Hell, I don’t know! Too much wine in my system to figure that out!!
19. By this time next year I will know myself better and be able to seek out things/people that make me happy.
20. A better name for me would be Bronwyn.
21. I have a hard time understanding people who just don’t give a shit about others.
22. If I ever go back to school, I’ll be ready for someone to shoot me. Those LLMs must be on crack!!!
23. You know I like you if I smile a ton whenever you are near.
24. If I ever won an award, the first person I would thank would be whoever supported me in the process.
25. Take my advice, never think you can change a man. People do not change and they are usually clear about their real selves right up front.
It is 12:02 a.m. I am 3/4 of the way into a bottle of Southeastern Australian Merlot and I just ate half a jar of dill pickles. I’m listening to Diana Krall’s “All or Nothing at All” on iTunes. Blue Eyes came over (with props – woo hoo!) for a few hours and made me smile and laugh, which was definitely a HUGE improvement over the mood I came home in.
I spoke to Pumpkinhead’s teacher for a conference today. Long story short, we now have an appointment with a child psychiatrist for next Friday. I came home sad and worried. Blue Eyes cheered me up. Now I am having one more glass of wine (and a bunch of pickles…) before bed. Maybe my potassium is low? I’m having such weird cravings (balsamic-marinated tomatoes, salsa, etc.) which always seems to happen when one of my vitamins is low. Definitely time to go back to my PCP for a checkup.
I’m giving Chapin’s grill away. And maybe his free weights too. I think I should Freecycle some of his crap. Grrr. This weekend is going to SUCK!! I hate packing.