So, I’m still trying to honor my husband’s request to relax a little bit. Unfortunately, I’m failing in a very, very large way.
- On Saturday, my husband asked me to help with his business and immediately, within five minutes, I think he was saying not very kind things about me in French as I jumped on his computer and began modifying his newsletters and email communications.
- Yesterday, I exhausted myself with organizing closets and drawers and cabinets. Now, no one can find anything. I did a major house purge (and drew up new plans for winter projects). My house projects “guy” is happy…my husband is scowling at me.
- Tonight, I decided to make an attempt at being domesticated and, after a long day in Manhattan, I attempted to cook a lovely meal. Lemon and garlic stuffed chicken, rubbed in a wonderful seasoning. Unfortunately, I accidentally blew up the glass cooking thingie (I don’t even know what it’s called) and now, no one will eat it. Afraid of internal bleeding from shards of glass that exploded in the oven. As if!!!!!
So, as my family is headed to Burger King (yuck), I’m left staring at my crummy attempt at trying to “do it all” which resulted in a poor chicken who gave up her life only to be fed to my dogs. That’s right. I killed a chicken twice. It can happen…! But my herd of dogs, all five of them, are salvating…waiting for it to cool down and devour.
Perhaps, while they are gone, this might be the perfect opportunity to forget the request to “relax” and return to the keyboard. Isn’t 72 hours enough time to relax???