So here I am at work, anxiously counting the minutes to four days of freedom. I DO have one "Grrrrrrrr" to mention; most of you know that DH is retired, but volunteers
one day a week (Friday) as a historical interpreter at Old Sturbridge Village. Soooo, in the hopes of actually having a day all to myself, which is something extremely rare for me to have, I took tomorrow and Monday off, figuring that I would have Saturday, Sunday & Monday with DH. (We're going up to the White Mountains in NH). So, last night, DH announces with great delight that HE HAS TAKEN TOMORROW OFF, TOO! What is this man thinking? Does he not "get" that occasionally...just occasionally, mind you....I would like a few minutes to myself when I'm not (a) driving to or from work, or (b) sitting on the toilet??????????????? I have tried ever so hard to communicate this need to him in a reasonable, pleasant manner, but it's like talking to a wall! He really blew me away last night when he told me this - big grin on his face, like it was some kind of wonderful surprise for me! Well, it was definitely a surprise, and one I didn't appreciate getting. This is truly becoming a problem for me. I can get past that I am still working while he isn't - can get past his being there (at home) constantly and continually when I am there (with the exception of maybe once or twice a year when he's away for a few days helping our widowed friend up in NH) but I am having a really hard time lately - and especially with this latest faux pas on his part - with feeling absolutely stifled and smothered with his neverending presence. I know that I'm not alone, and realize that other women deal with the same thing, but please me help to understand HOW you deal with it, because I am just getting angrier and angrier, and I don't want to do that. After that announcement last night, I found myself lying in bed fuming, and ended up getting up and sitting out in the den by myself for a while - which isn't optimum, because I get up so early in the morning and have a long drive during which it would be nice to be awake and alert.
I'm just so peeved!
Okay. Enough of that, I guess. Had to vent. Sorry, GGs. I may go off to the beach by myself tomorrow, although to be honest, driving someplace wasn't what I had in mind. I wanted to be home BY MYSELF, have a nice long bath, do my nails, pumice my feet, wash & condition my hair, maybe throw a few clothes in the wash, poke around on the computer, water my flowers, play with the kitty kat.....Keyword(s): by MYSELF. Oh, well.
My son brought fried clams, fried haddock, onion rings and french fries home for everybody last night. He called and asked me what I'd like, and I made the mistake of saying, "Oh, I'm not picky - just get whatever you want to get." And of course he knows I love seafood, so he thought I'd be happy with his selection...and it was nice of him, of course...but I thought that when I said for him to choose, that he'd bring home vegetarian plates from the vegan restaurant that he and his fiancee like. He brought dishes home from there once before (he brings supper home once a week or so) and we all really liked them. So, I picked at the clams and fish and such, ate as little as I could get away with, and then found myself hungry in the middle of the night and ate a frozen Weight Watchers chocolate covered raspberry pop. Ate two, actually - abt. 300 calories, I suppose. I don't think I went overboard on calories for the day as I had an early morning meeting and couldn't eat my usual breakfast. But it was kind of not great, because I don't like the idea of eating at midnight - it gets me off balance somehow. They had cupcakes in the employee lunchroom this morning - real crapola stuff that I wouldn't ordinarily give a second look to, and today I had to deliberately TELL myself that I didn't want any, and force myself to walk out of there - while a nasty little devil in one corner of my brain said "Oh, YES you do...yummy, yummy, yummy....!!!!
Oh, hi dear PT, and all my darlin' GGs...sorry for all the complaining and whining. I promise to do better next time.

Z