Thursday, November 27, 2014
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
My Hubby is a self proclaimed feline hater. He has shotdown and shutdown all suggestions of getting a cat for pet or mousing purposes. Which has been fine by me as I'm allergic and not a fan of cat hair. I like cats, in the sense when other people have them I'm more inclined to pet them than kick them. Oh and I loved kittens when I was little. Of course they were outdoor furbabies and as Mom always made us wash hands when we came inside I hadn't discovered my allergy.
The Hubby has ruthlessly shot down requests from puppy dog eyed children with arguments like "at daycare we learned about pets and some people have kitties and some puppies and some fish.....but we have no pets at all"
So I was a bit surprised to get a phone call from the Hubby saying we might get a cat. Apparently he found a kitten almost froze to death and is trying to rescue it. He brought it to the farm and it is currently at his Mom's. If it pulls through he is bringing it home.
Huh...unexpected to say the least.
Friday, November 7, 2014
My Hubby says I am my own worst enemy. Truth be told, he isn't wrong.
Yesterday I was trying to get caught up with laundry and after 4-5 loads I stepped in a puddle of water on the floor when I went to switch loads. I got it mopped up the best I could and called my honey. However he found fixing fence more pertinent.
He did come home early. Pulled my washer forward and did a thorough inspection. A test load of whites and then towels. Of course no flood. Which is irratating in a I'm glad there isn't a flood or leak, but way to make me a liar and throw off my routine.
This morning the Hubby said "I think you are good to finish the last few loads, but leave the washer pulled out until I get home."
It sounds simple enough and I really cant explain why I couldn't leave it at that. Instead I finished laundry. For real finished, as in all done, folded and put away. Even the wash by hand. Inspired-Possessed by this I decided I wanted to clean behind the washer-dryer ad lets face it I haven't done since we replaced thoses appliances a year and a half ago. In the process I managed to bump my head on the shelf and knock off a glass apothecary jar full of clothes pins.(down to 1 oit of the orginal 3 now). Of course it shattered everywhere. This lead to a thorough sweeping. ...and stepping barefoot on glass. Leaving bloody footprints all over the floor and creating a need to mop.
With a full fledged floor cleaning necessary I decided I might as well move the washer back in place. Which lead to me tearing the vinyl on the floor and stepping on more broken glass...barefoot again.
It also required calling the Hubby to see what he knows about floor repair. ..and a "I thought I said to leave the washer alone until I got home?"
So here is the question. ..mop up the bloody footprints or leave them for sympathy?
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
I was eavesdropping on the boys conversation while feeding baby girl
Well after I heard the words "then mom could marry again" I started listening.
Josh: *giggle giggle*...did you hear what we said?
Me: no, what did you say?
Josh: when daddy gets home we are going to scare him, then he will run away to the coyotes and get eated. Then you can marry again.
Me: I don't want to marry anyone else. I would be sad and cry and cry.
Josh: well Daddy steals candy so I thought of that plan. And you don't need to be sad you could marry again!
Me: I don't want to, I only want to be married to daddy.
Josh: oh, okay. I wont think of that plan again....unless you stop loving daddy.
Daniel: I'll make you stop loving him (waves arms around) BREAK. I broke you feelings. *giggle giggle*
Josh: how do you stop loving daddy. If he hurts your feelings?
Daniel: I already broke them.
Well...apparently sneaking Halloween candy is a serious offense and Daddy is replaceable.