I wish I had something really GREAT and INTERESTING to come back at y'all with, but I don't. Just another old boring day in my crazy life. Today, was the first day of Spring Break. For those of you that don't already know, my nutty self decided I didn't have enough on my plate already so I decided to go back to school FULL time to chase my long lost dreams of becoming a nurse. Someone should have reminded me I was pushing 40, and things just don't roll the way they used to say (parts of me have a lot more rolls). I am happy to say, though, that after 2 semesters I am still carrying that 4.0 and I got into the fall nursing class. Zippidy Doo Da...Now if only that would get my house cleaned and my laundry done, all would be right with the world, well, maybe.
Even though, I am on Spring Break with the kids, I STILL have to work. Jeff took the week off and mysteriously disappeared today, so this is what I came home to....(have I mentioned I'm sick as a dog..sinus/allergy problems) Savannah was in my bed where she excitedly announced she had been reading since 2:00 o'clock. That's great and all but not when my kitchen looks like a tornado blew through.
Then we have Dalton. He's your typical 12 year old boy, oblivious to anything that happens outside of his video game of the day. He despises anything that has to do with the word clean. This unfortunately includes his personal hygiene. I think that brushing his teeth is TOP on his list of the things he hates most along with the d word...deodorant.
So, as these two went about what ever it is they did today, let me show you a little bit that was going on around them.
This is Jeff's box. It wouldn't be such a problem if it hadn't been sitting in my living room for a week now. I found it on my front porch a week or so ago. I hoped it had something great in it that we needed to finish the fireplace project that we started months ago. Unfortunately, I think it had lawn mower parts in it...not anymore. NOT for a week or so, but I guess he likes the box and paper. Have I ever mentioned that Jeff was a hoarder?? I know I have shared before that Savannah, or Blue, as she likes to be called these days is a hoarder. She comes by it honestly. Let me share his night stand with you...
This, my friends, is just the top of it, would you like to see the things that have fallen off....
I didn't think I was going to be able to handle it. After trying to break up, twice, and failing, I decided to just take meds and now for the most part it doesn't bother me....EXCEPT on days like today. I could handle just this, but NOT all of this...
Here is that fireplace project, that has yet to be finished...a girl can dream. It works, it heats the house, it just doesn't have walls.....
This picture says a lot....we have a soccer ball in the living room, with a couch cushion falling off the couch and the one and only plant in the house SCREAMING for water. Apparently, no one noticed that today.
Let's switch gears and move to the kitchen...I'll be glad when computers can convey odor...
Do you ever wonder why an empty cereal box can land on the floor right beside the trash can, but NOT in the can itself?? That one always blows my mind, but no matter who did it they will have a perfectly logical explanation.
This is a view down the counter from the trash can toward the sink. That's an EMPTY Barnes and Noble bag that Blue's new books came out of. Empty....the trash can is less than two feet away??? Those are the thermos bottles from the weekends soccer tournaments, they still have water in them on Monday night. LOVE IT!!
Now, keep in mind, I haven't eaten a meal in this house since, oh, last Thursday....ALSO keep in mind there is a totally EMPTY dishwasher less than two feet from this scenario. Are you feeling me?? Do you see where this is going?
THIS, my friends, has Jeff Acree written all over it. He is the only one in this house that would heat up a whole bowl of beans and then let them sit for several days.
And across the kitchen, we have Saturday's biscuits, Sunday's egg skillet, and I'm not sure what was in the cake pan, but it involved melted cheese.
I'll take the blame for the coffee cup with the pink ring around it. That is mine. NOTHING else on this counter is. And let's just see this one last photo. This one might win the prize.
Those are my Christmas decorations that I took down and packed up for Jeff to put away either in the attic or out in the HUGE shed he built for things like this. I took the tree down between Christmas and New Year's and it's oh what??? March 14th??? Yes, I could put them up myself, but then that would defeat the purpose of the meds I take to deal with him.
And this is the gray hair that my family has caused and I am too poor to go have it colored because Blue now requires her hair to be highlighted and Jeff is still in sticker shock.
I really do apologize for my long absence, and yes, I realize I am apologizing to myself since I no longer have followers. Lots of things have gotten in the way. Myself, mainly. The whole undertaking of school was HUGE and I've been scared to let too many people know. As cheesy as it sounds, it's what I've always wanted to do and that's a lot of pressure. I wondered if I could do it and if I could, would I have what it took to get back in to school? Now that I've answered some of those questions I feel a huge relief. I'm not there yet, but at least I'm in. I hope at almost 40, I have a useful perspective that some of these 19 year old young ladies can learn from.
I've also had an ongoing internal battle over my blog and putting my personal life out there for the public to read. Do I say too much? Do I not say enough? Do I portray a skewed picture of our life? In the end, I don't really care. It's my life and it's my journal and it's my story. So I have the freedom to tell it however I please. I also have the right to share as much or as little as I like. If you prefer blogs about the weather, or the disasters in other countries or the soaring price of gas, I may not be the blog you are looking for. If you are interested in a tired haggard mother of two pre-pubescent children married to an insane man who thinks he is God's gift to humanity and loves reality television and somehow finds time for it then you have found the right place.
GLAD TO BE BACK!!