Some days you just have to step away and shake your head. Those days when everything goes wrong, the pressure is mounting and there’s no relief in sight.
The King loves to cook, which is great because I really don’t. Well no that’s not true, I just don’t like the pressure of cooking dinner every night. I know that sounds whiny but it becomes a chore
Today I’m over guest posting at my friend Starr’s blog The Insomniac’s Dream. Now as the name might suggest, she’s got a sleeping problem. Sometimes I have a sleeping problem too. My sleeping problem, however is slightly different….
The King left on a business trip this morning. He’s off the California for a week to close some business deals. He’s meeting some potential clients and catching up with old friends.
There has been much discussion in this house about the necessity of hair, you know…. down there. Here’s your warning, If you’re squeamish about this type of information, don’t wanna know, are male or generally not into talking about personal stuff you might wanna move along.
Phew, Well that was a weekend I don’t want to repeat every weekend. That said, it was spectacular weather in the City and we did enjoy not freezing our asses off or being buried under 6 foot of snow for a change, if only for a day or two. But we seem to be on the home improvement kick. Which …
The day started out like any other, the morning routine, coffee, breakfast, school run. The King worked late on Thursday night but was still up early because he had his weekly board meeting. We exchanged gifts… I bought him romantic stuff- he bought me lingerie. *sigh* you know where that’s leading.
Recently I texted a pic of my cowboy boots to the King when he was at work. They were new and he hadn’t seen them yet. They were expensive, so by way of justification and softening the blow, I did this:
If you’ve followed here at all then you know, nothing stays the same for very long, we’re always moving furniture, painting walls, changing things around, acquiring pianos… well you get the idea.
Now you know how we hunt our trees, I suppose I should share how we decorate too. It’s a little contentious because I’m all just hang the decorations and the King is all let’s plan the look because he’s OCD and the kids just wanna get it up and pretty. I stayed right out of it and let them all …