Tuesday, June 28, 2011

It Happens Sooner Or Later To All Of Us Ladies



Yeah .


First Off..NOTE : Sweetie, this is NOT about you ..not really except for one bitty part that I will take care of so just f'g chill out.


Yesterday went well enough for an upcoming holiday weekend with the all to predictable bitching , pissing and moaning from the usual suspects regarding how they didn't want to be here....blah , blah , fishcakes. Shut it or take the time off...period.


SU went to play cards and I went to water a bit and the girls came over so it was 8 pm before I went back in. Bear in mind that it is only at 8 pm or later that it is bearable down here right now..." Welcome to the Gulf Coast....here's your sign."


Let's see how did this go...


1. Turn oven on to 375 degrees. Take the chicken out of the fridge to season and bake off for chicken salad to be finished tonight after SU does the chopping etc.

DISCOVER THAT THE CHICKEN IS DRUMSTICKS ~ Crap !


2.Decide to carry on and grab pans..finally find one that will work for the dozen drumsticks ( crap ) , line with foil , spray with pan...get in oven.

NOTICE THAT THE 13 x 9 ROASTER PAN IS VISIBLY NOT CLEAN ON ONE END WITH THAT BROWN GREASY CRAP. Make executive decision to wash pan the following night so taped season premier of " Leverage" can be enjoyed with a small beverage.


3. Turn drumsticks ( crap ) over and return to program. Boschka is now on the arm of my chair screaming for treats. Attempt to ignore the precious child accelerating the hearing loss in my left ear. Attempt to explain to said child that she may have a FEW as the Daddy needs to pick some more up after cards at Unca Charlies.

FAIL.


4. Get the darling hellion and her brother a few treats and realize that I most likely have over cooked the drumsticks ( crap ) .


5. Get new beverage and again attempt to have 5 minutes peace.

XENA PROCEEDS TO EPIC YAK A HAIRBALL AND THE CONTENTS OF HER STOMACH.


6. Find Petromalt .

SPEND 15 MINUTES REMINDING EVERYONE INSIDE THAT THEY LOVE THEIR NUM NUM .


7. Take all of their plates to the sink to wash.

CLEAN THE DEBRIS OFF THE CARPET AND DECIDE TO GET CARPET CLEANER LATER.


8. Enter enhanced visual mode for the Xena sweep ( ~ SU knows what I mean) , no sightings.

NOTICE AND RECORD ALL AREAS REGARDLESS OF SIZE THAT NEED TO BE CLEANED, DUSTED, HOOVERED, MOPPED, DE-FURRED, ORGANIZED, WINDEX'D STRAIGHTENED, ELIMINATED OR TIDIED.


9. Give up.


Lady Lisa and Sistah have heard me go off the rails before.


I KNOW that I have OCD issues. Not the typical you see on tv where some one has to do something x number of times or have a set in stone routine.


Mine is about control.


Ask any child of alcoholic parents and they will have some variation of this .


Controlling your environment means that y0u have some control over your emotional or physical well being...or both.


SU knows this to a degree and understands that this is a product of both my childhood and an abusive first marriage. We have been married long enough that he knows I will be okay ..usually once I bitch my lungs out about it...and HE KNOWS IT'S NOT HIM ~well ....except for the dirty 13 x 9 pan and to be fair , I am not sure which one of us washed it last so it could have been me so I am NOT mad at him ( you ).


He reads this after all .


Knowing the reasons that I am the way I am helps me.


It helps me realize that I am entitled to a day off for me like this past Saturday and SU will step up and do 90 % of the laundry AND clean BOTH bathrooms...good job sweetie, thanks !


It helps me to write this and see how absurd this angst is.


I will clean the pan while he does the chicken salad and I may or may not throw a load of laundry in..unless I decide to just watch " White Collar " and " Covert Ops".


I can do one extra bugging the crap out of me tomorrow night and the next night and have some free time for Netflix this weekend with Jeri Lee.


When I go bat shit crazy again and try to do it all in one day or one weekend , I will come back to this post and re-read it ..


BABY STEPS Y'ALL.


And I will remind myself that Sistah damn near could have had their house burn down because of their dryer and needing to rewire the ground floor of the house and I will chill the f out.


Thanks for " listening " .


Ciao,


Aunty Pol

1 comment:

HubbleSpacePaws said...

((((Aunty))))
We loves ya frazzled or calm. But glad the zen was comin' back by the end of the post. If misery loves company, I melted down yesterday. On vacation, even. Won't do a litany but suffice it to say, I do understand. All the parts.

If I were closer I'd volunteer to trade ya some of those yummy drumsticks for the breasts (crap) in my fridge. I am a dyed in the wool leg woman. :-D