Mother’s Day Weekend

I feel like we didn’t even have a weekend. My husband and I had so much going on that both days flew by, dragging us to Monday morning before we could blink.

On Saturday, my older stepdaughter and her fiancé moved from one apartment to another, so we got up insanely early to help them out. My husband and I have moved so many times that we have it down to a science, plus it was supposed to storm that afternoon, so we hit the ground running. I met my steps goal for the step challenge in no time! In about two hours, we had everything moved into the new apartment, but our work wasn’t done yet: my husband had to head back to the old apartment to do some repair work, like fix up doors and blinds damaged by the dog, who is a sweetheart but had some adjustment issues when she finally got to move in with my stepdaughter and enjoy her first real home.

While he made those repairs, I swept the floors really well, hoping to make their final cleaning a bit easier. As I swept, I asked my husband, “How many times have we done this?” We moved our older stepson into his first place many years ago, and it was much the same, my husband fixing things while I cleaned. I’m sure there are several more moves coming up, too.

At the new apartment, my husband helped with a few things there too, so we didn’t get home until dinner time. In front of our door was a vase with red roses and a small card, and I could tell by the way my husband said, “Now, what is that?”, with a little smile on his face, that he knew exactly what it was.

I opened the card, expecting it to be from him, but it was actually from the kids! It was an early Mother’s Day bouquet. I was surprised and happy. My husband said they had asked him to help with the flower delivery. The bouquet is beautiful and means a lot to me.

My husband and I were tired, sweaty, and dirty after a long day, so we hit the shower together, then got comfy and relaxed for a bit before getting up early again on Sunday for a church event our younger stepdaughter had asked us to attend.

My younger stepson brought flowers to church for me for Mother’s Day–purple flowers, my favorite color–so I got another surprise! Later, my husband made dinner for me. He had offered to take me out to dinner, but he’s a damn good cook, so I asked if he minded cooking at home instead.

Yesterday after work, I received my third Mother’s Day surprise: my oldest stepson came by to visit, along with his wife and baby. My husband met me at the door, holding our grandbaby, both of them smiling to see me. We had a great visit and went to dinner with our son and his family, and we already have plans to get together again soon.

My Mother’s Day weekend was wonderful, just extremely busy and over much too quickly. We have another busy weekend coming up, but I am looking forward to it…once I catch my breath!

Then and Now

It’s funny how some things turn out. Time–and karma–have their own slow but sure ways of handling things.

Years ago, Psycho loudly and repeatedly accused my husband of not being able to hold down a job. Funny…he has held a job just fine for the 20 years I have known him, and he has owned his own company for more than a decade, with customers who adore him. Psycho, however, has spent more of that time unemployed than working, has been fired, bounces from one menial position to another, and has yet to demonstrate any discernible adult ambition or stability.

Years ago, Psycho also called my husband irresponsible and claimed that he didn’t pay his bills. Interesting…while that “irresponsible” husband of mine owns a house and a vehicle, receives credit offers for his business, and hates to be late for anything, bills included, Psycho can hardly say the same. What she can say is that she has been sued — more than once — and has had her driver’s license suspended — again, more than once –for not paying her bills. Oh, and do I need to mention the fraudulent credit cards she has opened in other people’s names?

Now she is having her wages garnished for unpaid credit card debt. Guess all those Hooters visits (but she just likes the wings, eh?), tacky nails, and Dollar General shopping sprees add up. Her employer was served on her behalf, and if Psycho actually had any pride left, she would be mortified.

The clown in this cartoon seemed appropriate.

Over time, all of the festering negativity and ugliness inside of Psycho has hemorrhaged to the outside as well. She can’t expect to bitch, manipulate, whine, and lie her entire life and not end up wearing it in sags, droops, and lines from stringy head to crusty toe, with nothing to fill her time besides her incessant attention-whoring, griping, and court appearances.

Psycho has expended great efforts over many years to chase me away, desperate to destroy my husband’s happiness in retaliation for moving on so easily without her. In the end, she only destroyed herself. I have to wonder: as she looks at herself now, at the wreckage of her life, her trail of failures, no one and nothing around her except her delusions, lies, hypocrisy, and disappointment…is she proud of herself? If so, she is the only one who is.

I would say “Rot in hell, bitch”, but it appears she already is. It couldn’t happen to a more deserving hag.

Step Challenge

I’ve been excited for today, because there’s so much going on in May. A friend invited me to join her step challenge that begins today, and I wasn’t too sure about it, but the chart she created to track our steps all month is just too cute to resist.

I downloaded a step-tracking app, Step Up, last month and learned that I am horrible about carrying my phone with me to make sure it tracks all of my steps. I have a bad habit of leaving my phone on the desk, on the table, on the charger, anywhere but on my body to track my steps! So I was surprised when I got this notification this morning about April’s step challenge:

Hey, not bad for someone who didn’t even track all of her steps! It gives me hope for our May challenge.

Normally our Saturdays are all about yard work, but it looks like we are going to be waking up to thunderstorms tomorrow. I am excited about that, too! First, we desperately need the rain, but also, it means my husband and I have an excuse to sleep in, snuggle, spend some time together, lounge in bed as long as we like, listening to the rain. We work hard pretty much every day, even weekends, so I am very much looking forward to our peaceful, relaxed, rainy Saturday morning…with no alarm and nowhere to be until we feel like it!

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