Archive for the ‘Hardworking Hubby’ Category

There have been A LOT of things going on since my last post.
We have acquired an additional body in our house full time and another one part time.
A close friend of mine and his 9 year old son are staying with us temporarily while my friend heals from a break up and gets back on his feet.
His 9 year old son is staying with us as well, when he is not at his mom’s.
Things have been hectic, but we are happy to be able to help them out.

In the mean time, I’ve been trying to keep up on my household chores, which the little Tatertot is making extremely frustrating.
He has been enjoying taking his diaper off at night and peeing in his bed, meaning we are washing sheets….A LOT.
The kid will not keep his clothes or his diaper on, so it looks like we are going to have to turn to the trusty Duct tape and start securing those bad boys.
Next week, we plan to start the potty training, so wish us luck.

In other news, the Hardworking Hubby and I have both been keeping busy with school. I am in my last week of my 5th block of classes. After Sunday, I will officially be halfway through my program. YAY!

The kids are all doing well.
Zman will be graduating from the D.A.R.E. program this evening so I am getting ready to attend the ceremony.
The DramaQueen is still as dramatic as ever but is kicking some serious butt as well.
Tatertot is also talking a lot more and is more active everyday.

So, what’s new in your world??

Somehow over the past 4 years since I met the Hardworking Hubby, his musical taste has changed.
When we first met, he was a hardcore rocker.
Nine Inch Nails.
Flyleaf.
Atreyu.
Rob Zombie.
You get the idea.
Since that time, things have changed.
Drastically.
The latest CD he created to listen to in the car contains the following:
Justin Timberlake, Timbaland, Young Money, John Mayer, Paramore and the one that really disturbs me……
Selena Gomez.
It’s even more disturbing that he knows all the words.
Here we are driving down the road and my husband is singing……

You are the thunder and I am the lightning
And I love the way you know who you are
And to me it’s exciting
When you know it’s meant to be
Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally
When you’re with me, baby

Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally
Bay bay baby

It frightens me.
How does a man who loves NIN, Mailyn Manson, Bloodhound Gang etc. go to knowing all the words to a song by Kanye West, Miley Cyrus and freakin’ Selena Gomez.

Help!!!

If you know how to free this pop star trapped inside my husband, please let me know!!!

Remember a few weeks ago when I wrote the post about what being an adult feels like?

Well, this week, I feel even more like an adult.
Why?
Because I spent today calling insurance companies and getting estimates.
Again, why you ask.
Because this happened to my pretty red car, that I paid off 3 weeks ago, last night….

Yep.
My pretty red car now has a big boo boo.
I need band-aids.
Lots and lots of band-aids.
The Hardworking Hubby was behind the wheel driving the DramaQueen to dance, thankfully they are both okay.
Sophia (my car, yes…my car has a name) on the other hand is in severe pain.
She doesn’t have any working lights on the passenger side and when she turns her tire gets hung up.
We’re just playing the waiting game with the insurance company of the idiot driver who hit him.
Or should I say his parents insurance company.
Yep.
Almost 40 year old man, driving his parents car, plowed into my baby.
That I JUST paid off.
I got 3 estimates on the damage today and they range from $1999-$2600.
I just want it fixed.
Now!
We were already down to one car and now neither can be driven so the Hardworking Hubby has to rely on coworkers to get to and from work this week.
This is the suck.
Pass the band-aids and tequila please!

Most people hate Mondays.
I hate Sundays.
Sunday evenings in particular.
Especially at say…..9:30pm.
Why you ask?
Because that is when my weekend comes to an end.
That is when my Hardworking Hubby has to leave home and begin his work week.
Weekends in our house do not last long enough.
On Fridays, the Hardworking Hubby fights to stay awake most of the day so we can spend time together, hang out with the little dude while the older kids are at school and then spend time together as a family in the evening.
Then there are the weekends when there is an opportunity for him to work overtime.
And well, he wouldn’t really be the Hardworking Hubby if he didn’t take it.
Overtime means he’s in bed by 8pm on Friday and out the door at 5:30am on Saturday returning shortly after 2pm exhausted as all hell and not wanting to do much.
Which again means we are usually in bed fairly early.
And then Sunday morning rolls around, there is homework to be done, things to be cleaned and other odds and ends to attend to and before we know it, it is time for him to leave for work.
I guess what I’m really trying to say is….is it August yet?
Me.
Hubby.
No kids.
New York City.
Hotel Room.
Alone.
Together.
Hurry August…..PLEASE!!!

I started this post right before Christmas and totally forgot to post it…my bad. Really,yo, I’m sorry!
I asked the Hardworking Hubby to give me an idea for something to write about.
His suggestions = Hoes and scumbags.
Seriously.

So I was trying to figure out where exactly I could go with this and here is what I came up with.

Hoes.
I’m not much for gardening.
And we don’t live on a farm.
So, really, that’s all I have to say about that.

Scumbags.
Oh, I can name a few.
Where would you like me to begin?
There’s Sperm Donor #1 and well, how can we forget Sperm Donor #2?
I can’t leave out that roommate Hardworking Hubby and I had in 2006 that screwed us out of ASHITTONOMONEY.
Then there’s the asshat that works for a certain collection agency that threatened to file harassment charges against me when I called him back in regard to a collection he was seeking from us. Really….you just have to be a scumbag to be in that business.
I could honestly go on with this list for days, telling stories of all of the scumbags I have encountered in my life, but if I did, I wouldn’t have any more great material for the Tales of My Shady Past.
Yep.
That’s how I roll!