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<blockquote data-quote="hearts and roses" data-source="post: 390431" data-attributes="member: 2211"><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: darkslateblue">Okay, so since we're all over the map age-wise, my guess is it's not middle age, lol.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: darkslateblue">I think I need to practice saying NO>Linda, which day shall we choose to be the day we delegate more and do less? </span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: darkslateblue">Slsh, omg, I pray you're not waiting for a 'thank you' or a 'good job'. I have to say that H almost always says thank you for making dinner and/or putting away his laundry. And I thank him for making me the sweet nectar of the Gods (er, coffee) for me every morning. Yesterday, I asked easy child to take out the puppy. Her answer, "I'm not dressed". Well, I wasn't either. As pup waited on my bed to go out, I got dressed, scooped her up and took her out. What I should have done was allowed pup to wait on easy child's bed while she rushed to get dressed and take her out, right? So, it's about retraining myself. Before both girls took a run at moving out, I had a very well developed, "Nope, sorry, can't do that right now, today, tomorrow, etc." But with them moving in and out so much, and with so many responsibilities falling into my lap that used to be delegated out to them, I find myself just doing it myself because it's easier. Not so - that is a fallacy. It initially takes time and maybe a wee struggle to delegate, but eventually, it makes things run smoother. So, last night I left easy child a grocery list and my bank card while I went to the concert. She went food shopping for me! Yeah - one less thing for me to squeeze in today. And, thank God, the plumber is finished so I didn't bring pup with me to work today! </span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: darkslateblue">Jal, if your H's transgression is anything similar to mine, I totally know how you feel and am sending you big Hugs. I'm sorry.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: darkslateblue">Janet, my mice are mocking me. They laugh at the stupid little plastic things that are supposed to snap their necks. I must be setting the bait wrong because the peanut butter is all licked off, but the trap is not snapped in the morning. This morning I cleaned my entire kitchen and when I came back from applying my makeup to put my coffee cup into the sink, there were two pieces of mouse poop! The audacity! I cannot put any poison down as my dogs are small and H always leaves the one cabinet where the mice are open to take out the garbage and the dogs climb inside - yeah, I know, strange. But they do so I can't chance them eating one of those tablets, although they sound amazing. Now I understand why my Mengele-like neighbor uses those sticky pads to catch mice...those things are torturous evil. The little mouse's feet stick to the pad and you just throw it away! Meanwhile the mouse struggles and often rips its own legs off to get free or just starves to death. I like the snapping of the neck = instant death route better.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: darkslateblue">Yesterday, I packed up that little pup and went home and had to vacuum everything again (the plumbers and H left quite a mess), get ready in a jiffy and hit the highway for the concert. H kept trying to get close to me, which considering his behavior of late really bugged me, but we got through it. It was a great concert. When we left the casino, it was nearly 12:30 and H handed me the keys to drive because he wanted to sleep. OoooOOooookay. So I drove (way too fast) all the way home, nearly two hours, in the most horrendous pouring rain. It's amazing we're still alive. E (difficult child's boyfriend) was the only one who stayed awake with me and we chatted the entire time. When we dropped him off, H turned to me and asked me why we were blabbering so much - he couldn't sleep! OMG. Didn't get to sleep until 2:30AM and was up at 6AM. So this morning, it was the usual...take out pup, clean entire kitchen because apparently H has trouble make himself a cup of coffee and toasting a bagel without getting crumbs and spills all over the place! Spotted the mouse poop again - no mice caught again - argh. Sometimes it feels like I'm in an ongoing rerun of that movie Groundhog Day with Bill Murray.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: darkslateblue">Well, I feel terrible that we're all struggling with so much, some of us all the time. Why don't we all send up a positive thought/prayer for one another today - just send it out there into the universe or whereever. </span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="hearts and roses, post: 390431, member: 2211"] [SIZE=3][COLOR=darkslateblue]Okay, so since we're all over the map age-wise, my guess is it's not middle age, lol.[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=darkslateblue]I think I need to practice saying NO>Linda, which day shall we choose to be the day we delegate more and do less? [/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=darkslateblue]Slsh, omg, I pray you're not waiting for a 'thank you' or a 'good job'. I have to say that H almost always says thank you for making dinner and/or putting away his laundry. And I thank him for making me the sweet nectar of the Gods (er, coffee) for me every morning. Yesterday, I asked easy child to take out the puppy. Her answer, "I'm not dressed". Well, I wasn't either. As pup waited on my bed to go out, I got dressed, scooped her up and took her out. What I should have done was allowed pup to wait on easy child's bed while she rushed to get dressed and take her out, right? So, it's about retraining myself. Before both girls took a run at moving out, I had a very well developed, "Nope, sorry, can't do that right now, today, tomorrow, etc." But with them moving in and out so much, and with so many responsibilities falling into my lap that used to be delegated out to them, I find myself just doing it myself because it's easier. Not so - that is a fallacy. It initially takes time and maybe a wee struggle to delegate, but eventually, it makes things run smoother. So, last night I left easy child a grocery list and my bank card while I went to the concert. She went food shopping for me! Yeah - one less thing for me to squeeze in today. And, thank God, the plumber is finished so I didn't bring pup with me to work today! [/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=darkslateblue]Jal, if your H's transgression is anything similar to mine, I totally know how you feel and am sending you big Hugs. I'm sorry.[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=darkslateblue]Janet, my mice are mocking me. They laugh at the stupid little plastic things that are supposed to snap their necks. I must be setting the bait wrong because the peanut butter is all licked off, but the trap is not snapped in the morning. This morning I cleaned my entire kitchen and when I came back from applying my makeup to put my coffee cup into the sink, there were two pieces of mouse poop! The audacity! I cannot put any poison down as my dogs are small and H always leaves the one cabinet where the mice are open to take out the garbage and the dogs climb inside - yeah, I know, strange. But they do so I can't chance them eating one of those tablets, although they sound amazing. Now I understand why my Mengele-like neighbor uses those sticky pads to catch mice...those things are torturous evil. The little mouse's feet stick to the pad and you just throw it away! Meanwhile the mouse struggles and often rips its own legs off to get free or just starves to death. I like the snapping of the neck = instant death route better.[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=darkslateblue]Yesterday, I packed up that little pup and went home and had to vacuum everything again (the plumbers and H left quite a mess), get ready in a jiffy and hit the highway for the concert. H kept trying to get close to me, which considering his behavior of late really bugged me, but we got through it. It was a great concert. When we left the casino, it was nearly 12:30 and H handed me the keys to drive because he wanted to sleep. OoooOOooookay. So I drove (way too fast) all the way home, nearly two hours, in the most horrendous pouring rain. It's amazing we're still alive. E (difficult child's boyfriend) was the only one who stayed awake with me and we chatted the entire time. When we dropped him off, H turned to me and asked me why we were blabbering so much - he couldn't sleep! OMG. Didn't get to sleep until 2:30AM and was up at 6AM. So this morning, it was the usual...take out pup, clean entire kitchen because apparently H has trouble make himself a cup of coffee and toasting a bagel without getting crumbs and spills all over the place! Spotted the mouse poop again - no mice caught again - argh. Sometimes it feels like I'm in an ongoing rerun of that movie Groundhog Day with Bill Murray.[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][COLOR=darkslateblue]Well, I feel terrible that we're all struggling with so much, some of us all the time. Why don't we all send up a positive thought/prayer for one another today - just send it out there into the universe or whereever. [/COLOR][/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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