Monday? Already

How is it that weekends seem to whiz by? One minute you’re waking up and it’s Friday morning. Then suddenly Monday is kicking you out of bed. I never feel rested as it is so come Monday I’m more of a wreck than before.

I never know what to blog because I’m never sure what anyone wants to read. I put the call out to readers asking them what they’d like to see and I never get a response. It’s rather disheartening at times to feel as if one is talking to oneself. So if you see something you actually enjoy OR you have something to suggest, I’m all ears. Do you want to read about my personal life? Do you want writing industry news? Do you want constant, blatant promo all the time? I’m trying to find a combination here that works. If I hit it, let me know, huh?

What did I do over the weekend? Glad you asked!

Friday I had to run to the store and believe me that wasn’t easy with a splint on my knee and pain running down the leg. (I totally missed out on my Friday time with my mom. She ran me to the store but I couldn’t make it a day thing.) She arranged to go with my DIL for the real grocery event of the day, but my son wouldn’t baby-sit. He had “other plans”—yes, that’s a whole different bitch subject. So offered to baby sit Lyxie—cause you know it took so much arm-twisting—Riiiigggghhht.

She was so good, so sweet, I was able to strip out and scrub my fridge, dust my furniture, was the dishes, get dinner going, vacuum my floor, and get my snacks for that night ready. (My best friend came over) After doing so much my leg was killing me. Since Lyxie had fallen asleep while I ran the vacuum, I figured I could sit down.

The child must have an alert in her head. “Warning! Red Alert! Adult sitting down without you! BEEP! BEEP!! BEEP!” as soon as my butt hit the cushion her eyes came open and she proceeded to scream at the top of her lungs. Took me forever to get her quieted.

DH came home, I had potatoes on the stove threatening to boil over, tea that was going at a good clip, corn that was about to be burnt and the baby screaming in my arms. He came in, sat down and read the mail. I’m like umm HELLO! I have my hands full here. “Yeah I know but I just got home.” He finished the mail and grabbed the phone, the baby screaming the whole while.

I finally let his dinner burn and after the baby left, I made my own and gave him the burnt offering. I was so behind I could actually see my own butt—which is actually an extremely unattractive and FRIGHTENING object. My Best friend was due to arrive around 6:30. Fortunately, she was as behind as I was and she didn’t show until between 8 and 9. Then we stayed up and chatted until almost 1:30.

Saturday and Sunday I alternated between lying on the sofa miserable and cleaning. My house isn’t that large but A) I have to take it slow. When I hurt, I sit, when I feel better, I work. B) I’m not talking the everyday cleaning. I’m doing the strip everything off the shelves, wash it all, wash down the shelves, get on the floor and scrub the cabinets inside and out.

There is a method to my madness. Not only am I tired of the clutter; I’ve managed to loose my keys. Yeah, the ones I lost three weeks ago. My truck and car keys. My house keys. The key to my parents’ house. The key to my summer place. The key to the cabinet. The key to the church. I have no CLUE as to where the dang things are. I can’t imagine what happened.

Of course, this is from the woman who lost the phone and found it in the fridge. The one who lost her socks and they were in her shoes. The one who lost her shoes only to find them in the truck. I don’t know where else to look. A little part of me keeps screaming, oh shit, you threw them away!” I’d like to think I didn’t. I’m praying I didn’t, but I’m terrified I did.

If you’re a great psychic, can you please email me and tell me where I lost them? I should’ve followed my instincts before I lost them and put them on my cigarette case key ring. I never go anywhere without them.

Okay, off to tear off a few more things and do a bit more cleaning.

Huggles,
Donica