Love, Marriage, and Sleep Deprivation May 29, 2008

Ok so, we will forget for a moment that I have nothing really entertaining to talk about today and I am just going to write. It may be a little blathery but what the hell, those of you who will actually read it will forgive me or move on to someone else’s blathering instead.

Shortly before my my blog hiatus the Old Man lost his very cool, very grown up job. He didn’t “loose it” per se. He knows where it is but, if he goes there someone else will be doing it for him. So for a while now he has been working Graveyards at a shiny new, very well paying, and not so appetizing job and it sucks. This new job is strenuous, I can see him coming home from work exhausted and beat up and well, Old Man is stubborn and he does not seem to want to commit to a regular sleeping pattern. He might want to but he is finding it difficult (I cannot blame him, I could never do Graveyards). It comes down to this… sometimes he sleeps and sometimes not so much. As a general rule when he is getting a full 6-8 hours of sleep per day he is sort of grumpy naturally. It is endearing and what can I say… I love the old curmudgeon. With not so very much sleep… he is sort of… well, he is kind of a temperamental badger, or a wolverine perhaps… with really sharp teeth and maybe a porcupine quill stuck up his arse. Love him as I do, my pregnant and hormonal ass has not been overly helpful here. There is a lot of snipping going on at our house these days.

Anyways, after a couple of months of graveyard shifts, these fools he works for are going to mix it up a bit and do half graveyards and half 2^nd shifts. I am stuck between thinking this will help with the sleep dilemma and thinking holy hell, I am never going to see my husband! I am hoping this will bring my dear husband some relief. I am hoping that we will someday be able to share an evening together that does not consist of A. me falling asleep on him mid conversation B. Him falling asleep during another episode of Family Guy and C. feeling guilty that we finally have an evening together and both of us would rather be sleeping than doing anything else that might be made more entertaining due to pregnancy. Grrr.

No solutions here but time and patience. We have been together long enough to know that this too shall pass. It will get different, it always does. In the mean time, I miss my Old Man and I wish we were independently wealthy and we could both stay home all day and do things made more entertaining by pregnancy… a lot.

Happy Solstice from Us December 21, 2007

Merry Whatever to you & yours.

Moving sucks… September 10, 2007

We move next weekend to our (hopefully) last apartment ever. You know the one with the Washer & Dryer? I am so excited about having a full sized washer & dryer in my residence and at my disposal 24/7. It makes me smile just thinking about it. My Mama is a bit concerned that she may never see me again since I won’t have to cart my laundry over to her place anymore.

So, I am not sure if I mentioned this to you all but, I had this idea in my head that this move (unlike all the other times) was not going to be such a cluster. I had every intention of being thoroughly organized, I was prepared to execute this move with surgical like precision (I stopped short of using Microsoft Project to plan it all). Yeah well, I am not even close to being ready (those who know me are not at all surprised, I am sure). There is just way too much to do and I feel like I am the only one who is really doing anything. That may or may not be a fair assessment of the situation though. BTW… How does one little familial unit accumulate so much shit in such a teeny tiny space over 2 years? Is it possible to own that much shit? Most of it does not even have any use. It is sentimental crap that would be better off at Goodwill or the local landfill and the clothes, I forgot about the clothes and also shoes… too many to count that I just do not wear – ever. I just can’t seem to pitch them though as if someday I will decide that my arms are not so bad to look at that I might were that one blouse with the capped sleeves that I just had to buy at Ross or the shoes that I swear someday will magically not leave nasty old blisters on my poor feet. I am  without a doubt the worst offender when it comes to keeping old shit. My Old Man comes in a close second though. He is very sentimental. His brand of shit is very different than mine. He pitches old clothes easily but he has comic books galore, power tools with no place to go, LPs that we never listen to, and CDs sans jewel cases, also jewel cases sans the CDs. It is a disaster in our house right now. I want to set fire to the place and start over. 

So, the moving cluster will begin on Friday and go until Sunday. I am hoping to be done with all the moving by Saturday night actually. Miss Mogo is turning 5 on Sunday and it is bad enough that we are not doing her b-day party until the following weekend but I want to be able to spend some time with our girl on the anniversary of her birth.

So while we are moving, Miss Mogo will be visiting her Gramma and having some Birthday time with her (since Gramma will be on a boat to the Mediterranean for her b-day party – Bitch that she is). Mogo will have a blast; I on the other hand will not be enjoying myself quite so much. Old Man & I will be slaving away with the boxes, the furniture and the piles O’ random crap. I don’t know if this is true for all married folks but Old Man & I do not always do so well on the whole communication thing while moving. We have very different ways of doing stuff. We both think our way is best. Also, I really like to give directions. It is a gift of mine actually. I am a great supervisor and it drives him absolutely bat-shit (not that I blame him). Come to think of it… it might actually be better idea for everyone involved if we get all the boxes done on Friday and he can figure out the furniture on his own Saturday while I meditate with my freaky women’s group instead. We might stay married if I do that. We will have to see how Friday goes though before I start my Ohhhhms.

So anyways, I will probably be mostly out of commission blog-wise until we get settled and I can get the computer up and running. I will see y’all when I get back. I am sure to have some new angst to discuss by then. Ohm.

Breathing is nice… July 27, 2007

Ok so we found a place. This apartment is way too expensive but it is not in the ghetto (almost but not really), it is pretty and a little bigger than where we are now. It has a washer & dryer (thank the Gods!) and lots of windows. I think we are going to like it. We had better like it because my old man & I have agreed that this will be our last apartment. This will be the last time we move until we buy our own home. That is a bold statement for folks who live in Southern California but that’s my story and I am sticking to it.

Mogo is pissed that it does not have a yard but she was stoked that they allow kitties. She thinks I’m going to get her a kitty now. I never said that I was buying a kitty, she just assumed since they “allow” kitties that we would be acquiring a furry fluff ball of our very own. Much as I like them, I am allergic to our feline friends. I am not sure that 24/7 of allergies will be any fun and I am not committing to anything. Of course, my old man has jumped on the kitty getting bandwagon. He is not helping at all.

My old man started his new job on Thursday and thus far he seems to love it. This is a complete departure from what he was doing before (blowing bubbles in milk at the Evil Corporate Coffee Empire). I know he is overwhelmed and nervous but he is a smart cookie, and he will figure it all out. I am excited to see him doing something that contributes to the greater community. It will stretch his brain muscles a bit and I think he feels great about it (even if his brain does feel like it might explode!). There is nothing better than watching someone you love do something that makes them feel smart and accomplished. I’m awful proud of him.

So we are moving, Mogo is starting kindergarten in September; my love is beginning a new career (complete with business cards & a vv cool title), and we will not be living paycheck to paycheck anymore. Oh, so many changes to our little world. Everything is in flux and a little chaotic as we try to figure out the logistics of 2 full-time commuters & a big girl going to school with just 1 car. This is all good stuff though. These are quality problems we have going on here. So I can breathe now (well at least until we get a cat – Hurray Asthma!). What I mean is, I can relax now because all of those things that were making me feel so very out of control, are just falling into place. Thank you Universe! (Now, let’s talk about that 10 lb. box of money that does not rattle, eh?)