Ahhhh. A nice peaceful day off in the middle of the week, the 1st day of the new year. How lovely. Not so much so far.
6 piles of dirty laundry sorted and spread out all over the floor.
Christmas decorations ½ down and piled around the house until I drag up storage boxes, pack it all up and lug it all back downstairs.
Russ at home, busying himself with handy-man chores, making the dog bark with his hammering and sawing, imitating his dumb girly voice because the dog is going crazy – it’s enough to make me want to run outside screaming except that it’s pretty windy and cold with snow swirling around.
He is over-the-top ranting and raving and throwing things left and right because he can’t find a tool. Yes, I move them to 1 spot sometimes (the unfinished mudroom) rather than displayed in each room. Auto inspection station isn’t my favored decorating theme. And the box that has been occupying our master bath for 4 months did get placed on the attic steps since we were hosting a party and the box just didn’t satisfy my idea of a neat and clean bathroom for “guest tours”. But MOSTLY always…tools are right where he left them and if he were a dog, his tail would be between his legs while he looked at me with big sad puppy dog eyes, because more often than not accusations of misplaced tools are hurled at me and then discovered exactly in the same spot where Mr. Tool Time last used missing tool. Ugh!
Calgon take me away! Work...why was I dreading returning tomorrow? This wasn’t what I envisioned for 2008 starting off with a “bang”. I was secretly hoping to enjoy one last day at home, reading and writing between washer/dryer duty or watching Lifetime movies & eating goodies or even snuggling up with my husband and drifting off during boring man-tv (napping on day off is one of my favorites!); not dodging flying debris, blocking out angry potty-mouth expletives, giant house-shaking stomping and glares that could kill.
The good news is, once he’s finished with his tantrums, like most men, he’ll resume his “nothing-happened- I-wasn’t-bad” temperament and life will return to our usual wedded bliss. I think I’ll hide in the closet with my book & flashlight and cookies & tea until the “tornado” has subsided.