Little Bits of Pixie Dust

Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thourougly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO, what a ride!!"

Wednesday, October 31, 2012


I am becoming a person that I can’t stand. I KNOW the words are coming out of my mouth and I KNOW that I need to stop and somehow I can’t. I hate the person that I am around my husband. I feel like I’m constantly annoyed with him, no matter how big or how little the problem is I just can’t stand him and immediately run off at the mouth. I yell all the time, I say mean things, I’m constantly nagging and bitching and complaining.

I feel like I have to be responsible for everything. I have to make sure that the boy has everything he needs, and that’s fine, that’s my job as a mom, but then I also have to make sure that my husband is doing the things that I need him to do and make sure he has everything HE needs. I don’t feel like that should be my responsibility, and I’ve said this to him and he just says he needs “reminding.” Who is going to remind me? What if I didn’t do it, then would it just not get done? Would our son end up pantsless, with peanut butter smeared around his mouth, no bedtime and his teeth falling out because no one bothered to brush them?

I have asked my husband repeatedly to get up a little earlier in the morning, because he is definitely the slowest person alive and I am constantly late to work because of him. His answer? Why don’t I get up earlier, so that I can wake him up and “help” him. With what does he need help, cause there are certain things I just can’t do. This morning, when he decided to go into the bathroom at the exact second that we needed to leave the house? I can’t poop for him, nor am I willing to wipe his ass, so how exactly would I have helped? And then when we went outside the car’s tire was completely flat and somehow I should have KNOWN that this may happen and if I would have gotten up earlier it wouldn’t be a big deal that he has to inflate the tire with his portable air blower thing that takes years to do. I stood out in the rain and screamed at my 32 year old husband about responsibility before it was even 6:30 in the morning.

I don’t want my son to think that this kind of behavior is okay, and I know that I need to control myself around him and stop fighting in front of him. It is lame to say that I can’t control it, but I swear it is like a switch is flicked and then it all comes pouring out. And I hate it; I hate this person that I am. I used to be happy, I know I did. I don’t know if this is my fault or A*’s fault and I don’t know how to go about fixing it. I have talked to him about how I feel, but it doesn’t seem to matter. I want Peanut to remember a happy home where there was laughter and music and parents that hug and kiss and dance in the kitchen, not ones who spit angry words at one another and then retreat to opposite corners. I’m tired of being like this.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Back in Some Kind of Effect

It has been years since I've posted to my blog... years!  What happened?  Life.  Lack of a computer.  Nothing interesting to write; no wait, that obviously doesn't matter.  But I didn't want to go through the whole intro process again, if you want to know who I am or what I'm about you can look through my archives instead.  Believe it or not, I've been writing since blogs were just gaining popularity.  Just think, I could be making MONEY by writing this now, if I would have persued it.  Maybe.  Or maybe I would just suck and no one would want to pay me money for writing.  I could be BFF with all the blogging greats and have cool places to travel to and cool people to meet!  Oh well, guess that's all wishful thinking and by now you may be thinking, hey, no wonder she stopped writing and I really don't care. 

So what has been going on in my long absence?  My precious baby boy isn't a baby anymore, he is four years old and sometimes not so precious at all.  Especially when he is asking me to repeat random phrases over and over and OVER again.  I don't know why this is enjoyable to him.  "Mom, say plate." "Plate." "Say it again." "Plate." "Say it again." "Plate." "Say it again." "No." "SAY IT, SAY IT!"  He has a mop of unruly hair and a perfectly rosebud shaped mouth and is full of opinions and his own point of view. 

A* and I are still married, and I guess now I can say happily.  We went through an extremely dark time over the summer, and I really thought that it may be it for us.  I actually signed a lease on an apartment that was to be just for my son and I, but luckily we worked things out and are now all living together for the most part contentedly.  We went to marriage counseling a couple times but it turns out we just needed to really examine some things about our relationship and my husband was suffering from some serious depression.  We like to spread it out in our family.  He's a lot happier now and in turn we are all getting along a lot better.  Even my son was feeling the effects; talk about guilt. He kept asking me why we were yelling at each other, and I honestly thought that we were doing a good job of hiding the stress from him.  But based on a couple things he said and his behavior, it was obvious that he is a lot smarter than we give him credit for and sensed that SOMETHING wasn't right in his world.  Thank God all that's over.  Hopefully our marriage will be even stronger now that we've come out on the other side together.

Now you're all caught up!  Not really, but you have the gist.  You have the important players.  I'm going to try and post a lot more and hopefully get some readers back in effect!  God I'm such a dork.  That certainly didn't change.