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Hell Monday - My First Blog

Hi, so here we go.

I’ve had a not so productive morning.  I should be working—it’s Hell Monday (what I lovingly call each Monday) after all—and I haven’t gotten one thing done on my daily work.  Instead, I’ve spent my time tweaking my author website and converting over my first story in the Parson’s Ridge Series from first person point of view to third. Yeah, I don’t know why I thought writing in first person was a good idea to start with. Thank goodness each chapter is less than 1500 words and I’m only a little over 6000 words into the whole story.

I’ve finished redoing the first couple of chapters, and have to say the change has been a good decision. I’m just not a first person writing kinda gal. Ya, know?

I’ve also got my TV on to get my daily dose of Charmed and Supernatural.  The hubs just doesn’t get it—at all. He’s like “Haven’t you seen each of these episodes, oh, about a hundred times?” I tell, him, I haven’t, of course, only about ninety-nine.  Oh, and this from the man who can repeat, verbatim, the words to every original Star Trek episode! 

Finally, I think I’ve said, “Get out of the garbage!” about twenty times in the last four hours. Dogs…  But I love them.  

Okay, well, I guess I better get back to it.  I have about four hours to get files in to the business I work for and they’re not typing themselves. Fun times…

Before I go, I have to say this wasn’t so bad. I love to talk and never seem to run out of things to say, so this might be a good thing for me.

Let’s do this again!

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I love my husband, but holy shit...

I was lucky enough to marry the guy I had been best friends with for 6+ years and I love him to death. Lately it seems like he is in a whole other world. I got up and walked into the kitchen to check on the lunch I was cooking and came back and sat down and maybe a minute after I sat down he says, “Don’t you need to go check on the food?” I just wanted to yell! Instead I said, “Did you really not just see me go in there?” So he says, “Just making sure. I know how forgetful you are.” I am forgetful, yes.. But maybe, just maybe it’s because I’m trying to remember all the important things like: paying the bills, cleaning the house, grocery shopping, feeding our child, feeding our animals, budgeting our money, and whatever else comes up! I’m not forgetful, I’m running on fumes. I’m exhausted and nobody cares. I signed up for a partnership, for a marriage. I did not sign up to be a single mom of two kids, because obviously I’m having to reraise him. I can’t even get him to take the fucking trash out without getting attitude. I call bullshit on that whole “all you have to do is ask” thing. Literally the only time he cleans is when he pisses me off to the point that I’m going somewhere else just to cool down. And then he���ll clean the kitchen. I get that he has a full time job, but so do I. Actually I have multiple full time jobs. I just only get paid for one. I’m a nurse on the weekends. I keep my niece during the week along with our child. And of course I do all the housewife stuff. I get that when he gets home he is tired, but he gets to leave. I do not. So why is it such a big deal that I get a shower when he gets home. Five minutes of quiet in the shower. It’s not even like I take hour long showers.. just five minutes. I can’t even get that without an eye roll or a giant sigh. Sometimes it’d just be nice to feel some empathy or just some damn help without asking. 

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