Apparently soceity doesn’t think very highly of marriage or commitment. Today whilst leaving Wal-mart with some very important goodies for supper, a guy follows me out to my car and starts feeding me the lines. “With a beautiful smile like that, I couldn’t help but come over and talk to you.” “Im married”, I quickly replied. “So I would be wasting my time trying to talk to you” he asked. “Probably, since I’m kinda married and I kinda have a kid” I responded. “You aren’t dead are you?” he asks “No, but I’m committed. I don’t want to mess up what I got. I love my son and my husband dearly, I won’t do anything to mess that up.” I eagerly informed him. “The only thing I can offer would be a friendship” I told him, “What kind of friends?” he asked. “What kind of friends are there?” I questioned. “There are lots of friends” he replied. Uuugghh, this conversation went on and on for what seemed like forever. He’d ask a question, I’d ask a question, him not really getting the point that I was married…meaning unavailable….and me getting annoyed at the fact that he wasn’t getting it at all. Finally after 10 minutes or so of this non-sense I told him “I’m leaving to go cook for my family, meaning my HUSBAND & SON. Maybe I’ll see you around or something.” Of course, he had to respond back with a “I certainly hope so”. I just don’t get it. What part of married/committed didn’t he understand? If I wanted to hook up with someone I wouldn’t be married, now would I? I suppose people assume that all married people are so very unhappy that they would cheat on their spouse. Not this chicky! She loves her hubby, her son, and her little boring SAHM life. Nothing or noone could make me give it up. I wish people would just get the hint from the ring on my finger.
The only thing good about this whole encounter was the fact that I now know that I’ve lost the majority of my preggers weight to the point that I’m actually attractive again. 
hee hee.
Don’t domestic divas deserve one day to just sleep in and do as they please? Apparently not. Granted I was up last night till 5:30 in the morn’ chatting with friends but still shouldn’t I get a day to sleep in just like the hubby does. So it is 12:30 in the afternoon right. Hubby plops pnut on my stomach and says “Get up!” “Why?” I mumble back. “I stink, I’m going to take a shower” he says as he walks away from his child sitting on a half asleep mother. Somedays I just want to sleep in and not wake up until I am good and darn ready to. I never get to have one of those days. Hubby thinks housewives don’t get to have a day to themselves or any chance to sleep in for that matter. So until pnut is older I’ll continue to drag around the house without a whole lot of sleep. Now I know I could take a nap when he does and not stay on the net till 5:30 in the morning. Well, I get most of the stuff I need to get done on the net whilst the little one sleeps so there is where the problem lies. And unless u have experience the wonderful world of stickam [shout out to my peeps!….lmao] u will never really know why it is that I stay up till 5:30 in the morning most nights or why we are trying to create a stickam patch so that we won’t have to keep torturing ourselves with 3 hours of sleep.
Now I’m off to go make banana bread [that is the housewifes duty, right?] and attempt to wake up with a Caramel Machiatto from Starbucks….Yum!
Funny things happen when you stay up till 5 in the mornin’. You want an example? Well how about this scenario: try locking yourself out of the main part of the house, having to pee, and your sleeping husband can’t hear your cries for help. How did this happen you ask. It happend this morning at 5 am, I was up late on my computer [talking to friends; working on a new layout] and in the kitchen [I have a laptop so I can go anywhere in the house and use the computer, hubby went to bed early so I decided to go to the kitchen so I wouldn’t disturb him] when all of a sudden my computer decided to tell me that it wanted to sleep. My computer literally restarted itself. It was the weirdest thing. I have no idea what happend or why it did but it was quite strange. Anywho, once the computer restarted, I shut it down “properly” and proceeded to go into the main part of the house where the bathroom and bedroom is. Well this is where the fun began. I drank a good bit that night so I really had to go and the fact that the door to the main part of the house is locked isn’t helping me one bit. I yell and scream to my husband to come unlock the door but all I heard as a response were snores. I was trying to be just loud enough for the hubby to hear but not too loud for fear of waking the baby. I bang…..I yell….I do the pee dance….I bang some more……Yell even louder. Eventually I grow very anxious and I’m skeaming ways of braking into my house. I didn’t have a wire coat hanger. What is the next best thing to a coat hanger? A WIRE WISK! “Ha Ha Thatz the ticket” I thought as I tore apart one of my good whisks. I get a wire loose and immediately I start poking the door knob. At this point I don’t know exactly what Im poking at or what I’m supposed to be trying to poke but on movies they break into places like this so why not give it a try [keep in mind I’ve never broken into anything before; strictly amature]. After poking, yelling, and banging for fifteen minutes or so, I come up with another brilliant plan. TAKE THE DOORKNOB OFF! Yeah, sounds great right. Tool box is under the sink. I’ll just take the doorknob off and put it back on in the morning after I get much needed sleep and finally relieve my screaming bladder. So I start going at the doorknob, like I break into places all the time. “One screw out, only one more to go before I can finally PEE!” I thought to myself. The second screw comes out without a problem and I yank the doorknob off. “Well” I thought to myself “What do I do now?” I stand there scratching my head, doing the pee dance, and trying to figure out if I’m supposed to push, poke, or pull out something so that I can get in the house. I have no idea what im looking at. Since I can’t figure out how to unlock the door from the inside, and I don’t want to push the other half of the doorknob onto the floor on the other side for fear of never getting into the main house, I decided to start the screaming tactic again. Well after about 5 more minutes hubby finally hears my cries. “What?!” he says “I can’t get in!” I scream. He stumbles out of bed and unlocks the door. “Whew” what a sigh of relief. I run to the bathroom then off to bed I went leaving the door exactly the way it was in hope of dealing with it in the morning.
It was a very hectic, sleepy, “pee-dance” infused night. If you are planning on staying on the computer whilst your hubby sleeps, whatever room you are in please don’t lock yourself in it.
So I’m a little late on posting this years easter pics. It has been a very hectic couple of weeks. It seems as if I just can’t get a minute for myself. Anyway, here is a photo from last year…
and the picture from this year…
It is amazing how much they can change in just a year.
This year peanut really got the hang of the whole easter hunting thing. He was so cute with his hands full of eggs. He didn’t want to put them in his easter basket that is for sure.
Here are a picture of the eggs that we colored…
And some pics from the hunt…
You can read more about our Easter experience over at my son’s blog.
Funny thing happened to me the other night, I was going to get the clothes out of the dryer. It had just turned dark so I wanted to get them out before it became too late. So as I was walking back with a basket full of clean clothes there was this rock in the middle of the path that I walk down to my door. Well just as I was about to step OVER the rock, THE ROCK MOVED! It hopped away. LOL, I jumped out of my skin and was hanging on the tree above me. That frog scared the mess out of me.
We went strawberry picking with my father and brother. This was p-nuts first time going to pick strawberries from an actual field. Now he knows where strawberries come from…and no p-nut it isn’t the grocery store….LOL. He was so cute running up and down the aisles with a strawberry in each hand. He didn’t want to give those strawberries up either. He didn’t want to put them in the buckets…lol….he wanted to EAT them! We got 3 buckets full! It is a good thing that the whole family are die hard strawberry fans, because we have a ton of them. If anyone has a strawberry pickin patch near them I advise them to go and pick them yourself. The quality and price is so much better than buying them in a grocery store. Three buckets only cost us $20, I believe they were $1.50 a pound.
Today we went up to hubby’s work to spend the day because hubby had to be the easter bunny at the Department store that he works at. They were giving away free pictures with him as well as snacks, coloring, and story telling time. P-nut had so much fun. It only took him 10 mins to warm up to the easter bunny and after that he was practically jumping into his lap. He would even try to go up there when other kids were taking their pictures. I did notice that he liked the older kids more than the ones that were actually his age, I suppose the reason is because they resemble his older brothers. They also stopped by the store today. As soon as p-nut saw Kris he ran up to him yelling “Kris, Kris”. It was so cute. I didn’t even think he could say Kris’ name but apparently he can. Hubby did great keeping in “Bunny” character. It was funny to see the different reactions that the kids had to the Bunny. They either loved him or hated him; there was no in between.
I have had a heck of a time with groceries this week. Yesterday, I went to the grocery store and when I got home I realized that the bag boy had left one of my bags out of my cart. I was pretty angry about the whole thing since the teenagers were standing their chatting instead of working whilst I was being checked out. Then today I send my husband to the grocery store for a few items that I had forgotten to get and a $25 limit. Well he comes back with way more stuff than $25 can buy. Lets just say it was like 5x’s more than he needed to spend. So much for savings. I’m over being mad with him ove
