exile

i’m always the last to know anything, but that’s okay, i’m used to it.

i am looking forward to monday nights.  jason joined a bowling league that is at 8:30 pm.  do you know what that means?  that means that after the girls go to bed and he leaves, the house will be silent.  i can watch whatever i want, or i could read without interruption, or i could go to bed.  sigh.  it is going to be heaven.

i am pretty much over winter.  i don’t like the cold, i don’t care for snow (unless it is on christmas), and this nonsense of it still being dark when i get up in the morning just needs to stop.

i have done a pretty decent job of keeping the house picked up and organized for the past few months, the basement is still accessible, and isabel has kept her room clean.  sylvie’s is a disaster 12 hours after she picks it up, without fail.  i’m rather proud of myself.

now i just need to squeeze a workout in here and there.

as of late, it has not been easy.  jason has been working in the garage, so he is in and out of the house all the time.  he’s driving me batty.

the mornings sylvie is at school, i’m either at work or running the week’s worth of errands.  the last thing i feel like doing after dinner is exercising and i am not an early riser.  so when is there time?  i just need to work harder.

we have been lecturing the girls lately on how wasteful and unappreciative they are.  it isn’t that they are bad, slothful bratty children, they just haven’t had to sacrifice or do without.  (well at least not that they were aware of, when i was a kid i was made painfully aware of what i was missing)  i don’t want them to grow up to be snotty, slothful, demanding, selfish teenagers and then adults with no appreciation for what it takes to get through the day to day.

i’m tired of tossing out half of a plate of food because all of the sudden sylvie has decided “tacos just aren’t her thing” or the pasta isabel requested just “wasn’t quite the way it usually is and didn’t taste right”.  my mom used to say that she wasn’t a short order cook and we had to eat what was prepared and eat all of it with a smile.  there were nights that i was still sitting at the kitchen table a half an hour after everyone else, but i ate it and no food went into the garbage can.  i threaten the girls with this, but then it pops into my head all of those asinine parenting articles about how forcing your kids to eat will make them develop an eating disorder later in life.  i know it’s bullshit, but it still hampers my ability to enforce not letting them get up until they are done.  i’m overweight because i like to eat, i like to eat good and bad food, and i don’t have a regular exercise regimen.

i’m sure it doesn’t help that when jason serves up dinner, he piles their plates way too full and there is no way they could finish all of their dinner.  he drives me nuts.

jason is putting new shocks on his truck and the drill sounds just like the drill at the dentist, it’s giving me the heebie-jeebies.

i am going to register for the corktown race, if i can figure out when registration starts.

okay, i should get dressed so i can get started on my day.  i am going to shovel the walks, run to target, the grocery store, and finally get my eyebrows done.  i’m starting to look like frida kahlo.

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