[flickr id=”8012249274″ thumbnail=”small” overlay=”true” size=”small” group=”” align=”left”]Every spring it’s the ants. Ants all over the damn house. Big ants. Little ants. Everywhere.
This year we have a new problem. Apparently it’s rampant around Indiana right now.
Fruit flies.
I have no fruit out.
But they are EVERYWHERE.
I clean the drains regularly.
I set out traps.
I rip my hair out.
I hate damn bugs.
[flickr id=”5066636412″ thumbnail=”small” overlay=”true” size=”small” group=”” align=”left”]School is in session.
It’s gone from the girls.
To me.
Now to the boys.
I love the school year.
But this part? This part I hate.
Send Lysol.
Lots of it.
Oy.
[flickr id=”7089103379″ thumbnail=”small” overlay=”true” size=”small” group=”” align=”left”]School’s back in, and we’re on the roller coaster ride of emotions that always accompanies the start of the school year.
[flickr id=”6202967832″ thumbnail=”small” overlay=”true” size=”small” group=”” align=”left”]I talk freely about almost everything here. The kids, their ‘challenges’, my challenges, the days that I feel like giving up and the days of great joy.
There is one thing I never talk about – except in passing. The one subject I never dive into for numerous reasons.
My husband of almost ten years suffers from severe, often debilitating depression.
Most of the time we manage. I am the silver-lining girl. I push us forward, I find the light at the end of the tunnel for him.
But sometimes it overwhelms and consumes.
And one of those times is now.
Erik & I, despite living with this for 10 years, are now making the hardest push we have ever to tackle this.
Together.
So little by little you will see us both start to open up about this here.
When he is ready. When we are ready.
Until then, I only ask that you send good thoughts, positive energy, or prayers (whatever is your preference) in his direction. While we search for answers for the best possible course of action toward a positive future. A future he deserves after his incredibly long struggle.
[flickr id=”5980080364″ thumbnail=”small” overlay=”true” size=”small” group=”” align=”left”] To the Person that Stole my Phone,
Shame on you. You were ten feet from a customer service desk and couldn’t see fit to turn it in once you realized you couldn’t get into it without my passcode? Instead of answering a call, you turn it off? What did you do with it?
Karma is a bitch, and apparently so are you (Since it was lost in the women’s room i think that’s accurate).
Shame on you. Do the right thing, jerk.
~The True Owner of the Phone You Stole
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To the Woman at Wal-Mart today,
Thank you, for cutting in front of a line of five people under the guise of it being “two lines”. It wasn’t.
Thank you, for ignoring the person behind me saying loudly, “There is only one line in the self-checkout area”.
You are not priviliged. You’re just a jerk.
~Everyone you cut in a busy Wal-Mart (I’m seriously surprised someone didn’t really yell at you, guess you got lucky people were in a better mood than they usually are at that Wal-Mart)
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To our waiter Sam from last night’s dinner at Houlihan’s,
Thank you.
Just thank you for existing. You made our night.
~The Mom Bloggers of Indy
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To my Black Leather Seats,
Oh, how I loved you as a selling point in our new car. Your excellent condition lent a plush air to the car that is far older than it seems. When I was wearing jeans and the weather was cooler, I loved you so.
I think we are going to have to have a trial separation, though. My shorts-clad legs don’t like being burned and then getting stuck. For the next few months I think we’ll need to be separated by a towel.
Don’t worry, I’ll come back to you when the weather is cool again…and you will be my best friend in the winter when I can turn on the seat heater and get all cozy.
~<3 Me
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To Road Rage Guy,
I know Road Rage is a bad thing, but since it wasn’t directed at me, I must say your revenge to the woman that cut you off and nearly dinged your $50k car was SAH-WEET. I was laughing all the way back to my house.
~An Amused Driver that almost was the one she cut off.
[flickr id=”6987996541″ thumbnail=”small” overlay=”true” size=”small” group=”” align=”left”]One week.
That week includes a three day weekend.
And the kids are out for summer.
10 weeks.
I’m both filled with dread and…
Um…joy? Fear?
Well whatever it is, I’m filled with it.
We have plans, quite a few of them. It will pass quickly.
It will probably pass even faster because I will most likely be employed again by the end of the month. Part time. VERY close to home (like walking distance) and w/ hours that will let me meet the kids at the bus and kiss them at night before bed. Also, once school starts again I’ll still have a few days a week home w/ no kids.
No kids.
All the school day long.
How many days until school starts again?