I drove through 40+ mph winds to get home today with the boys. I then find out my 16 year old daughter, Dolly, had 3 girls or so over to spend the night. We had discussed prior to my leaving, no parties. She explained in her defence that a few girls for a sleep-over was not her idea of a party & if I wanted she could take me to a "party". Ugh. My niece & daughter got into it a bit & things went a little overboard. At this time, since I was met with most of the info the instant I emerged from the car, in my driveway, from the neighbor, I was somewhat willing to get back in the car & drive for another 3 hours away again. Dolly then complained there was not enough food left in the house for her & Big Z (her big brother, my oldest son). A $20.00 bill mysteriously disappeared too, supposedly. What is odd is that in the week since that, we've had a hand held razor for shaving show up & a pair of boxer shorts that nobody claims any knowledge of. I'm wondering if my missing sock to the pair & the $20.00 bill showed up at somebody else's house somehow in a cosmic trade?
Everybody is wanting something from me & I am unable to fulfill all their needs. I prefer to be independent & able to take care of things as they arise the best I can, but that isn't the case for me right now. I'm dependant on my husband for almost everything, he is the only source of income right now & does not like being told what to do so it is tricky to stroke egos & accomplish things in the correct order. Adult ADD & compulsive spending habits do not help him, but the heart wants what it wants & so here we are. On top of this I came home with an insurmountable load of laundry to do & in such pain & agony I winced as I climbed my stairs to check & move the loads from washer & dryer, being dependant on others to sometimes carry the loads upstairs for me. Others are not always available when needed & I hate asking people to do stuff, I'm seen as the Chore Queen, or so I fear, & often met with excuses as to why whatever it is cannot be done. Oh well. We manage to continue forward somehow. My cold reached the point where I was completely hoarse, the boys were sick as well. I also came home to a niece who had a stomach virus for days on end. Boy, extreme camping is sure looking good.
Survival skills are just as much used here on the home front as out in the wild I suppose, just of a different nature. Be Blessed Dear Readers!
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