Doing Laundry
As I don't have a job and a half anymore, I have to be fiscally responsible. That means no unnecessary running around, buying stuff, essentials only. Where I once used to drop off my car payment, I now mail. 39 cents, $2.51 a gallon of gas. Easy decision. Mail stuff whenever possible, only buy what I need at the grocery store. Stay home. Good plan.
So this morning, I was going to stay home and spring clean. I emptied out the closet. I took the plastic off the windows (Yeah! So!), threw the bedding for the youngest boys room into the washing machine. Day was looking great. My oldest son had a wrestling tournament, in Lincoln, and his dad came to get him and take him there at 6:30 this morning. It was now about 9:30, raining, so I was going to give my daughter a ride to work. Only a few blocks away, but there was lightning too. So I called their dad to see how my oldest son was doing at the tournament.
I woke the ex up.
Now, if one has ever been to a sporting event, one knows that there is a lot of cheering, yelling, and general rah rah crap going on, so I was wondering how he was able to sleep?
Oh, he didn't go to the tournament, he just dropped him off at the school.
Had I known that Dad wasn't going to go, I would have. My son just won the outstanding freshman wrestler of the year award, so as a very proud parent, I should go. I didn't know. Well nothing to be done about it know, so I just said sorry didn't know, I'll talk to you later.
The ex said that he had to pay his truck payment, and a loan payment, and he would be over after to see the boys. I said, oh really? Well my van payment was due too, so would he mind stopping over and taking it with him to the bank? (In truth, his payment was overdue, but what ever..). He said sure. He would wake up fully in an hour and be over.
I haul the kids out to the van, take my daughter to work, and in a week moment, agree to go to Caribou Coffee, for a couple of smoothies. Very extravagant. I owe a $300 electric bill, I shouldn't be buying coffee, I mean, smoothies. But I do. That, my friends, is called optimism. The belief that this $12 purchase will not come back to haunt me. I shouldn't really be saying stuff like that, because remember what I said 2 post back!
Anyway, we continue with my plan for the day, the ex shows up, says he has to go to the hardware store for spackel, I said, well could you spare me a couple power strips? He says sure, and that I really need a torchere lamp for the living room. (I don't, he wants one there. We had one before, he got drunk, pissed and broke it). I said if he wanted to buy it he could, the next thing you know, he's taking the kids, so he will need to use my van. And my gas. Didn't I have a plan?
I get talked into going, we buy the lamp, he pays for some laundry detergent, did we want to have some lunch? Go to the bank, and then another bank, and for all appearances, we look like a normal family. If anyone were to see us, they'd think that's what we are. But we are not. Evidence of this appears when we return home and one of the neighbor kids comes over and wants to play with my youngest. Well, the ex wants to take a nap so he doesn't want them inside, I said, you know, its not for you to decide whether they can or not, he starts pissing and moaning under his breath, I say, don't need that crap here, so maybe he should go home and nap? He pouts, grabs his stuff, hugs the kids and leaves. And I'm the bitch.
So now here I am doing laundry. And pretty damn glad to be doing it.
So this morning, I was going to stay home and spring clean. I emptied out the closet. I took the plastic off the windows (Yeah! So!), threw the bedding for the youngest boys room into the washing machine. Day was looking great. My oldest son had a wrestling tournament, in Lincoln, and his dad came to get him and take him there at 6:30 this morning. It was now about 9:30, raining, so I was going to give my daughter a ride to work. Only a few blocks away, but there was lightning too. So I called their dad to see how my oldest son was doing at the tournament.
I woke the ex up.
Now, if one has ever been to a sporting event, one knows that there is a lot of cheering, yelling, and general rah rah crap going on, so I was wondering how he was able to sleep?
Oh, he didn't go to the tournament, he just dropped him off at the school.
Had I known that Dad wasn't going to go, I would have. My son just won the outstanding freshman wrestler of the year award, so as a very proud parent, I should go. I didn't know. Well nothing to be done about it know, so I just said sorry didn't know, I'll talk to you later.
The ex said that he had to pay his truck payment, and a loan payment, and he would be over after to see the boys. I said, oh really? Well my van payment was due too, so would he mind stopping over and taking it with him to the bank? (In truth, his payment was overdue, but what ever..). He said sure. He would wake up fully in an hour and be over.
I haul the kids out to the van, take my daughter to work, and in a week moment, agree to go to Caribou Coffee, for a couple of smoothies. Very extravagant. I owe a $300 electric bill, I shouldn't be buying coffee, I mean, smoothies. But I do. That, my friends, is called optimism. The belief that this $12 purchase will not come back to haunt me. I shouldn't really be saying stuff like that, because remember what I said 2 post back!
Anyway, we continue with my plan for the day, the ex shows up, says he has to go to the hardware store for spackel, I said, well could you spare me a couple power strips? He says sure, and that I really need a torchere lamp for the living room. (I don't, he wants one there. We had one before, he got drunk, pissed and broke it). I said if he wanted to buy it he could, the next thing you know, he's taking the kids, so he will need to use my van. And my gas. Didn't I have a plan?
I get talked into going, we buy the lamp, he pays for some laundry detergent, did we want to have some lunch? Go to the bank, and then another bank, and for all appearances, we look like a normal family. If anyone were to see us, they'd think that's what we are. But we are not. Evidence of this appears when we return home and one of the neighbor kids comes over and wants to play with my youngest. Well, the ex wants to take a nap so he doesn't want them inside, I said, you know, its not for you to decide whether they can or not, he starts pissing and moaning under his breath, I say, don't need that crap here, so maybe he should go home and nap? He pouts, grabs his stuff, hugs the kids and leaves. And I'm the bitch.
So now here I am doing laundry. And pretty damn glad to be doing it.
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