Remodeling Sucks!

Ok, so after all this time waiting to do the remodel, now I hate it. I want it over and done with. I almost wish we'd never done it, except for the fact that it is going to be awesome when it is done. The house is so dirty, dusty and disgusting. Bleck. What is it with the contractors that they can't seem to keep things moving without regular phone calls reminding them that "hey! you should be at my house putting it back together!" fuckers.

Anyway, if Jeff and I don't get divorced or kill each other by the time the next 2 weeks is over, we should be good for the rest of time.

And random aside for the day. Some dude in the elevator commented on my purse. I figure he is either
a. Gay
b. Hitting on me
c. a Freak
I'd like to think b since he was kinda cute in a dorky sort of way but I suspect a or c due to my luck with men over time.

Also, it's my baby's birthday and if you want to hear her birth story I'm happy to tell it again for the 500th time!!! I never get tired of thinking about it. :)

Bah

I don't know what to blog about lately. There is just too much crap going on. You might think to yourself, how can that be a problem, then you should just blog more! But no, in my mind it presents the problem of figuring out what the most interesting/important thing is and then putting that up but since I can't even concentrate long enough to hold onto a thought, I just can't figure it out. So here is stream of conciousness.

Things suck right now because Jeff has been a cranky bitch lately and I'm tired of being around him, the house is a disgusting, dirty, ripped up mess due to construction, I can't cook because the kitchen is always a mess, I can barely stand to be at home and it isn't even relaxing to be there, work is super stressful, it is cold and rainy outside when i just want some freakin sun, i'm obsessing about things in the past which I'm sure has something to do with stuff going on now but I haven't been to therapy in a couple weeks so I haven't had a chance to get this off my mind, I'm not sleeping well due to all sort of reasons including being repeatedly woken up by the kids, the in-laws come next week which will probably make jeff even more cranky and I'm just not sure i can handle that right now. Sheesh.

On the bright side, we went to Palm Springs and it was fun. Running is going ok, my knees are hanging in there but still a bit twingy. And the space we are opening up in the house looks like it will be awesome when it is done. AND I get to go to NY in a couple weeks ALL BY MYSELF!

Batshit crazy

This is my new favorite phrase. I don't actually use it out loud that much since it isn't very appropriate at work or in front of the kids. How embarrassed would I be if they started running around saying things were BSC? I mean, yeah, its funny, but then I look like the asshole mom. Anyway, I don't actually say it much, but I think it a lot. Like "this economy is BSC" or "I'm going BSC" or "dude, that is a BSC idea." Also, it has turned up in songs and stuff like that recently, so I feel one with it. I tried to look up the etymology of the saying but the best I could do was illness brought on by bat guano, which I really doubt is correct.

April Fools

Today is the 10th anniversary of my first date with Jeff. Jeff is being all sentimenal about it, which is very weird since I'm the one who usually wants to mark birthdays, anniversarys, etc and Jeff always gives me a hard time (this could be another blog post but lets just say that I like presents and I never get any!). I still remember our date pretty clearly. My big plan was to use him up and spit him back out. That didn't work out so well. I had a long history of dating the wrong sort of guy and Jeff wasn't any different. He had a semi-girlfriend 10 years ago but that didn't stop either one of us. Somehow we ended up getting serious, moving to Seattle, getting married and having kids. I thought getting married was going to solve all my problems. But turns out marriage is pretty freakin hard if you don't have your emotional houses in order. But today, we've been hanging out together for 10 years. He's still my best friend, so I figure we must be doing something right.