It's 5:23pm on a freaking Saturday. My babies are playing with their friends on their gpa's farm. They left at noon. Timmy's at work. Gonna be there til 8. The older two have spent the past five hours working on Greg's car. And you know what I've been doing? Dishes. Laundry (yep - just finished putting it away too!), helped move a mattress in our room from storage. My brain is so tired it's making pffftttt ppffffftt gnnnnnaaaahhh sounds. I really need to make a friend. There's a girl that lives locally that my little sis knows that even has kids my kids's age. I reaalllyyy need to go meet her. Maybe next weekend when my kids are gone? (By "weekend" I mean I'll spend all day Friday gone taking them there. Saturday will be the ONLY day OFF, Sunday they will be back home. Pissy Little Shits from time with Their Sperm Donor.) I need something to do so that my days off are actually DAYS OFF.
My wonderful hubby (the one I blew up about yesterday) .... well... this is why he's wonderful...
I came upstairs (from doing laundry) a few minutes ago to find him cooking dinner: bbq ribs, baked mac & cheese, corn, salad, cheese & garlic biscuits. AND he even cleaned up as he cooked (for once) and the counter and sink is all clean & everything's cooking in/on the stove.
It's why we work out so well. He's pretty quiet & low key & laid back. And he cooks for me. He makes it a point to do the mac & cheese BAKED cuz he knows that I like it that way.
He's great. But I was serious when I said I needed to get a friend....