Um, that's me.
So... ever have one of those days where you feel a tad unappreciated? Without making my husband look like a real jerk (I already did that yesterday), yesterday was one of those days.
And when someone makes me feel like I'm asking for too much help, I have a tendency to go the polar opposite and demand nothing, then work myself into oblivion.
Anyone tracking with me on that?
Yeah. I'll spell it out in plain english... with the baby being sick and contagious and J working a lot of overtime, I've been stretched a little thin. Yes, even I, SuperWomanExtrodinaire, am prone to the debilitating powers of kryptonite (a.k.a. Beans screaming for 10 days and hubby only being home for 3 of those days, NOT consecutively).
Well... I asked for help. Silly me, since when does SuperWoman need help, right?
The answer was, "Um, I just told them I'd work another overtime shift."
So, you see my dilemma. My solution was to cry. When that didn't work, I got mad. REAL mad.
*DISCLAIMER*- J knows I'm typing this, so I'm not just being a big gossippy jerk!
Ok. So after my getting mad, I decided I didn't "NEED" anyone to help me. I tackled everything on the Honey-Do list with great gusto. I got most of it done. I took down and (re)hemmed curtains, and hung them back up. I started some of the yard clean-up. I said I didn't need any time to myself and figured out how to get some sewing done with beans in the room. It took a little longer than it would have with a helping hand, but I made one apron, got another cut and prepped for sewing, and sorted through my sewing room. I finished a novel. I washed all the dishes, mopped the floors, went to the dump, and even took Beans to the playground.
Help? I don't need no stinkin' help!
The only thing I DIDN'T do was cut firewood, and that was because I couldn't come up with a way to do it safely with Beans in the baby backpack. No sense chopping off my arms with the chainsaw just to prove a point, right?
Um, another disclaimer: even though I didn't cut the firewood, I feel it's only right to be honest here. I was so outraged at being left to hang solo with a sick baby for another day when I was REALLY desperate for a break that I DID tell J that every dime of his overtime was going to be offered to a guy down the street to come cut and stack the firewood. For the record, THIS DID NOT GO OVER WELL.
And NO, I didn't really offer the overtime money to our neighbor. I didn't have to. J was so ticked that I didn't wait for his help on things that he is outside cutting wood. In the rain. I know, I know. I feel mean enough already. I'll apologize when the wood is done being stacked. (KIDDING, KIDDING!)
Ok. So this is NOT a gripe about my husband. Really, it's not. It's about how domestic I feel. I needed my house in order, and I put it there.
And while I was at it, I tackled a few projects I wanted to get done. This left me lacking in the "projects to-do department" (though I'm sure J would disagree), and warranted a trip to the fabric store. Good thing I didn't give the overtime money to the neighbor, right?
On the agenda for my next "I don't need your help!" day is enough material and the patterns to make 5 pairs of shorts and who-knows-how many aprons. And enough chocolate chips to maybe put the Girl Scouts out of the cookie business. Cookies make you feel better, after exposure to kryptonite. It's the ONLY thing that works.
Speaking of APRONS, I have decided I desperately need them. Not only that, I WANT them, I CRAVE them, I MUST have them. And they must be homemade.
Oh gosh, I know, I know... I'm a big dork. I don't care. I like me.
Even if I am a dork in an apron.
And once my aprons are done, I will keep my new shorts clean while I bake dozens and dozens of cookies, only this time, I REALLY hope my baby is done being sick!
Okay, okay... I'm making my way out to the woodpile to apologize, and see if J needs any help stacking wood. Or at least see if he'd like to come in out of the rain.
For those of you anxiously waiting, PICTURES are REALLY coming soon! We bought the new camera today and as soon as I get the manual read, I will be picture happy, and uploading as much as blogspot will allow me to entertain you with.
Muchas Smooches to family and friends, and Happy Moose Trails to all!
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I know exactly where you are coming from. When we moved to AK in July 2004, we bought a house. On moving day, my husband helped move things for a little while, he had to work at FTWW. The movers left and were going to come back and get the boxes when we were finished. We had all the beds up so we could sleep and at 1:00 a.m. I drove my husband to the airport for two weeks of work in Hawaii. We were only in Alaska for two weeks. I then had to get the kids enrolled in school, unpack and put things were I wanted them. My husband said I could wait for him but no I would not wait. Once the kids went to school I went to work on the house. When he came home he was in shock that I had everything done. I felt good but I couldn't wait for what my husband always called a mommy break. He would take our two kids and tell me to go away and do whatever. It was hard because we didn't have alot of places to shop but I managed. I had fun and when I met my friends it was even better. I hope everything works out for you. You sound like you are having a blast. I know I would give anything to be back in Alaska. I don't like Kentucky at all. Too many tornados, snakes and hazy, hot and humid weather. Take care. I love reading your blogs.
And somehow, we are the "weaker sexd", right? LOL
We ARE having a blast! And I hear ya on the tornados. I still have to make myself stop sky watching when a storm blows through here, and have a hard time remembering that I don't have to worry about snakes! One thing I love about Alaska: the creatures in the woods that I have to be careful of are MUCH bigger and easier to see than a snake!
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