My husband headed out of town yesterday for work. It’s not totally clear when he’ll be back, he’ll likely miss Halloween which leaves assorted neighborhood party stuff to me and there’s an upcoming camping trip I feel confident I will be one hacked off wench to go on alone with the kids. There’s also all the crap that needs to be taken care of every day. All the super mundane crap that keeps a household running but saps your will to live trying to keep track of. As an example, my recycle bucket was supposed to go to the curb today to get replaced. I just realized it didn’t. It’s a stupid recycling bucket but I still feel like life just got ahead of me because I didn’t remember to drag it to the curb. Sigh.
It’s funny how my husband going out of town can have immediate consequences. The man can barely be three hours away from the house on the first day and it all just feels different.
Sometimes I wonder if that’s in my own head or if it’s the kids. But it’s like the sky is just a little move overcast. The dogs are barking just a little louder. The kids are just a little more prone to fighting. More sighing.
|I miss having three other faces crammed up next to mine.|
I’d like to describe it as watching a car wreck but I honestly think it’s more depressing than watching a car wreck. Because at least with a car wreck you eventually drive past the car wreck and a good song comes on the radio and then it fades in your memory as you start making a mental list of stuff to get at the grocery store on the way home.
True Tori is about Tori Spelling’s husband having an affair and the fall out from it. I’m on episode 3 and I’m here to report there’s a lot of low self esteem involved. It also does a good job of reminding you visually of what crying all the time looks like. If you’ve ever gone through a period where you cried so much so felt like you were going to run out of tears and your eyes were going to swell out of your head and you could barely hear anything over the throbbing in your head – this show takes you there. So it’s not fun. So then it’s strange to still be watching it 2 hours later.
I’m also slightly obsessed with trying to figure out if she’s had plastic surgery on her face or botox or is just wearing too much makeup or is not aging well. Maybe that female is just crying herself to sleep every night and that’s what depression does to your face. I don’t know. What I do know is less of the bright red lipstick would probably help. I also think she should hire a nanny. On the other hand, I have no idea whether or not she should stay married. So now I’m pretty convinced I need to watch a few more episodes tonight to help me decide.
Naturally, the True Tori marathon led me to oversleep this morning. You know it’s going to be a good day when it starts with being woken up by another mother calling to ask where my daughter is because she’s holding up the group she rides her bike to school with. Um. Yeah. Don’t wait on us. We are a day late and a dollar short today.
On the bright side, surely tomorrow will be a better day.