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Wednesday, July 20, 2005

When mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy

Enter Mental Health Day. I toyed with the idea last night. "I should stay my ass at home tomorrow. Bosses will all be in CLE all day. No one will miss me." Let's just say that talking myself into staying home was not hard. So I laid my ass in bed until about 9ish I think. The step-kids were over last night and spent the night (the first time in the new house) so they were still sleeping. The husband left for work, came back to pick something up and woke me up in the process. I gotta say, I could get behind this staying home stuff. I mean, I did what I wanted to do....at my own pace....had plenty of time to read and still got a lot done. I mean, that's some cool shit. Of course, I never took a shower and there is probably a vapor of smell emanating from me. But I watched day time tv off and on, did laundry, vacuumed, washed the car, unpacked what I truly think is the last box. Now I am enjoying the house to myself and watching Law and Order and reading blogs and searching still for the perfect comforter. It's the simple things that make me happy.

So we invited the kids over last night and they actually came which was nice. Shocking but nice. They swam and ate dinner with us. My step-son's "step-brother" came with them because clearly they are attached at the fucking hip, but that's ok. He seems all right except for the time he referred to my friend's daughter as "Dark Chocolate." That was the night my head flew off my neck and I about bit his fucking body in half. Since then, he is normally pretty quiet around me. Of course, the ex-bitch had to call. We live 3 streets over. She called her daughter's cell, the husband's cell and then the house phone. Seriously, darlin, get a fucking life, ok? Quit pining for the one you no longer have. I also think she is jonesing to get a look at the inside of this house. Not going to happen if I have anything to say about it. I would have to be in quite the understanding mood for that shit to occur.

Tomorrow it is back to work and back to the diva and Cajun Annie and not being able to sleep in. For now though, I am enjoying the fact that I laid around today in my own funk BECAUSE I COULD.

Elizabeth at 8:32 PM

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at 7:02 AM Blogger Danielle said...

Mental Health days are far too common in my world. lol.

 
at 8:11 AM Blogger Amy said...

Good for you. Everyone needs to just knock about their house for a day every once in a while.

And what is with ex's and phone calls? I hear all the time about how they call and call and call. Weird.

 
at 8:39 AM Anonymous lawbrat said...

Yea for Mental Health days!!
Sounds like you needed it.

I only call the ex when I absolutely have to. Sometimes I forget when its important, then I have to apologize. Ewwww. Time for her to get a life.

 
at 11:03 AM Blogger Annejelynn said...

I think I may just be REALLLY lucky, but I totally get along with my honey-man's ex and don't have a problem with her ever calling. She's not perfect, but neither am I. She and my beau talk almost daily because of the angel boy-O and I totally respect their effort to coordinate their parental efforts - in fact, I think it's a must. If they didn't call each other and compare notes ever, I would think neither of them cared about the boy. Both of them, including myself, completely understand that communication's still required, even if it's no longer required they live together/share their lives together.

 
at 11:03 AM Blogger Annejelynn said...

ps
I am soooo not telling you what to do in any shape or form - just sharing my experience

 
at 3:55 PM Blogger Vajana said...

Mental health days should be counted as work days, in my book. You HAVE to take some time off sometime, glad you were able to.

although that means no good Diva stories for us!!

 
at 6:52 AM Blogger Kitty said...

:* Good for you SFG!!!! That was one hell of a kick ass idea for the day!

So jealous - Wish I would have taken a mental holiday myself this week :).

 

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