Post #13 (HALFWAY THERE!) in a 26-part series in the “Blogging from A to Z Blog Challenge,” which I signed up for because I don’t have enough to keep me busy. Today’s letter is “M” -- Enjoy!
“M”
I had a tough time coming up with a topic for “M”.
I already have “O”, “P” and possibly “Q” pretty much thought out. I’m still not sure about “N” though... one day at a time, right?
Now, back to “M”...
Myopic, miserable, moron, marshmallows, midgets (I fucking LOVE midgets), mitochondria, Malbec, misunderstood... the possibilities are endless, but it took me nearly all night to put together yesterday’s video blog post, so I really don’t want to put in that much time into this one. Plus, I really don’t HAVE a lot of time this weekend.
You see, this is the first weekend in, like, forever, that I don’t have my boys. I miss them terribly, but I am psyched for them because, as I write this, they are on a weekend adventure in Manhattan with their mom. So, since this is my first weekend alone, I’m taking the opportunity to get a bunch of shit done around the house.
“Since the boys won’t be here this weekend, we’re gonna clean the house, do a big grocery shopping trip and clean up the yard,” I told The Girlfriend. “I have to mow the lawn and I wanna collect all that junk behind the garage and bring it to the dump. I also need to clean out the closet in my office.”
She stared at me in silence.
“What?”
“I thought we were gonna do something this weekend.”
“What do you mean? I just spewed a whole bunch of shit that we’re doing this weekend.”
“I heard you spew a bunch of shit that YOU are doing this weekend.”
“Oh hell no,” I said. “I said WE.”
“I had something else in mind.”
“Like what?”
“Like laying around on the couch.”
“Listen. There’s no laying around on the couch in team.”
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
“It does to me.”
I can’t do it. This is what I was talking about when I lamented over my inability to “be”. When there is shit to do... I can’t relax and I’m always finding shit to do.
So, excuse me.
I’ll see y’all on Monday.
“M”
I had a tough time coming up with a topic for “M”.
I already have “O”, “P” and possibly “Q” pretty much thought out. I’m still not sure about “N” though... one day at a time, right?
Now, back to “M”...
Myopic, miserable, moron, marshmallows, midgets (I fucking LOVE midgets), mitochondria, Malbec, misunderstood... the possibilities are endless, but it took me nearly all night to put together yesterday’s video blog post, so I really don’t want to put in that much time into this one. Plus, I really don’t HAVE a lot of time this weekend.
You see, this is the first weekend in, like, forever, that I don’t have my boys. I miss them terribly, but I am psyched for them because, as I write this, they are on a weekend adventure in Manhattan with their mom. So, since this is my first weekend alone, I’m taking the opportunity to get a bunch of shit done around the house.
“Since the boys won’t be here this weekend, we’re gonna clean the house, do a big grocery shopping trip and clean up the yard,” I told The Girlfriend. “I have to mow the lawn and I wanna collect all that junk behind the garage and bring it to the dump. I also need to clean out the closet in my office.”
She stared at me in silence.
“What?”
“I thought we were gonna do something this weekend.”
“What do you mean? I just spewed a whole bunch of shit that we’re doing this weekend.”
“I heard you spew a bunch of shit that YOU are doing this weekend.”
“Oh hell no,” I said. “I said WE.”
“I had something else in mind.”
“Like what?”
“Like laying around on the couch.”
“Listen. There’s no laying around on the couch in team.”
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
“It does to me.”
I can’t do it. This is what I was talking about when I lamented over my inability to “be”. When there is shit to do... I can’t relax and I’m always finding shit to do.
So, excuse me.
I’ll see y’all on Monday.
5 comments:
I, too, lack the gene that allows me to lay on the couch and simply allow those things that need to be done to stare back at me.
It's a power struggle and I will not let a mess win.
I guess control freaks never change.
I lack the gene that allows one to lay on the couch and look at what needs to be done without guilt.
It mocks me and I'm just enough of a control freak that I can't allow that.
Good luck.
I am a new follower from the challenge. I love the name of your blog (don't have a clue what it means), but I love it.
The first weekend that have alone with your girlfriend "in like forever" and you want to clean out the garage and Grocery shopping? Are you fricking nuts? I hope you rethink your weekend plans. If you still have a girlfriend on Monday, I hope to read your "N" post .
To help you out, I took this from the Romance dictionary (they have a shitty selection for the letter N)
N: Nice, Nimble, Naughty, Narcotic,
...then again, remember the old saying: 'All work and no play makes Jack(insert preferred name here) a dull boy!
I can see your point about seizing the opportunity to get 'stuff' done, sans dependent children, but her point of view is valid too.
Maybe compromise - clearing up then canoodling on the couch! ;-)
Meanwhile - happy A-Z'ing!
SueH I refuse to go quietly!
Twitter - @Librarymaid
@ Ach du lieber: I am the same way, clearly.
@ Melissa Sugar and @ Sue H: Welcome. After a day of hard work The Girlfriend and I went out to a local sushi place for dinner and then to another restaurant for dessert and then we went home and had "sexy time." It must have made up for the weekend of work because on her Facebook page she wrote: "Best Night Ever" :)
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