Hi gang
Sorry I've been MIA. John, I'm sending prayers for Christine today!
As for me, I'm not on here much. I've been battling what I now know is cellulitis in my lower left leg. I'm "supposed" to keep it elevated and do the compresses. Well, when you're the cook/maid/slave, it doesn't leave much time for that. Soooooooo it's just been getting worse. I'm waiting for my daughter to finish her shower so I can go mow the grass. Where is dear husband? Still sleeping of course.
Sometimes I see the "new me" as a huge obstacle. The smaller I've gotten, the more energy I've gotten. The smaller I've gotten, the fatter and lazier he's gotten. So, needless to say ALL jobs around here have become mine. He's too heavy for our ladder. Gee, guess who is cutting down branches, cleaning out gutters, etc. You guessed it, Cyndirella. So, as thankful as I am for this new me, I'm kind of angry about it too.
Sorry to dump and vent but I've been an emotional and physical wreck. So, if you'd like to chatter with me, you can either catch me on Yahoo Instant Messenger ID is Lv2beasahm or send me a PM. I kinda check the homepage here and if there's nothing, I close it out.
Hope you all have a great week!
* Cyndi *
Cyndi,
Thanks for the nice wishes for Christine.
I'm sorry that things are not well in the "balanced chores" department....MEN...can't live with them, can't live....with them. I feel that I'm pulling my weight (not as much literally anymore) around here. In fact, I seem to have so much energy that I feel like I'm working my tail off. Hope all gets moving in the right direction for you. Have a good week.
John
Dumping and venting is good. I can tend to hold everything in and that leads to explosions, which are not good. I love my Hottie Man husband, but he can drive me insane!! We need a support group for spouse irritants... I don't seem to have a lot of time on here anymore either, but I check in as often as possible. Hope it gets better for you soon.
Sending you positive energy from NY ~April
Thanks for the support gang. It's sad when your child realizes how miserable you are. But, then, I don't want to raise another "Cyndirella" so I don't "expect" her to clean up after him too. He, however, feels she should help me. WHOA! My parents have offered to rip him a new one. But, over the last 16 years they've done it many, MANY times so they know it's no use. His folks are 600 miles away. Good ol' southern parents who got married at 16. So, well, their baby does no wrong and he's being a good southern man sitting on his tail. Can ya tell I can't stand my in-laws? lol
So, the stress eating is back with a vengeance. I was up from 1:30 to 3:30 this morning enjoying a bagel. I'm supposed to go to Dallas for his company in August. If I can snag the paperwork without him filling it out and signing it "for me" like he did last year, I'll be sending a thanks but no thanks email. I hate to be so miserable but, damn, I'm so freaking fed up. And, to make it more fun, I've shrunk another two sizes. I'm wearing a 2 or 4 in jeans. He won't give me a dime for some clothing that actually fits. I'm wearing size 8 jeans right now. Hope my mom comes over. She'll really tear into him!!!
Well, I'm off to my chores while his highness sleeps. Have a terrific Sunday and thanks for the shoulders to vent on.
* Cyndi *