Sunday, January 27, 2013
I've been out of sorts lately. My DS even pointed it out, so it must be true. I called my homeopathic, got a remedy, took it, and the world was looking much brighter.
This past Thursday, I had the house to myself. I did lots of praying. I decided rather than go get a job sooner than later is a bad idea. We have a dieing dog at home. My boy is very attached to her. I need to be here to take care of him as he cares for her. I also decided to be the best wife/mother I can be.
Well I nearly threw all that out the window when every one came home on Thursday evening. Their fouls moods made me question how I spent my day.
By lat Thursday night, I decided it best to just not speak to these people I live with on days that are long and hard on them. Don't speak to them after a sleep over at the grandparents and don't speak to them on Fridays.
Today, Sunday, we got a call to go clean a house. The kids each earned $87.50. The Hubby and I earned $75 plus stuff we can either redecorate with or sell for $$$.
On the way home, we stopped for a bite to eat. We were all in good spirits. It was a profitable day.
My DD brought up getting a tattoo. (She was kidding. You could hear it in her voice and read it in her body language. ) Hubby came unglued. Telling our DS , "The problem is the women in our house don't respect authority. Never have. They go out of their way to make my life miserable. I'm head of the house but you would never know it."
I have been a home schooling/stay at home mom for 5 years now. Everything I do is for the betterment of the family. Until a year ago I was in charge of the finances, (he does them now. I balance statements normally.) I'm in charge of all the schooling, errands, sickness, playing chauffeur to the kids as well as his mother since she doesn't drive anymore, house keeping (which as of late I've let go simply because I feel like a hamster on a wheel when I do that job. Yes I know, I've got to clean house but its hard when there is stuff everywhere that needs to be picked up first.). I'm the cook half the time. The kids do the other half. They do the wash.
I can't fix stupid, or can I? Hmmm....am I calling him stupid. Sure am. He is more or less biting the hand that does everything for him. Am I calling me stupid? Sure am. For putting up with it. Same stupid stuff different day.
I feel smaller than an ant. Tears and more tears. This too shall pass.