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tiny love...big love My husband's balls are better, thank you. He swears he doesn't have hernia again. After a week or so of a shifting pain in his groin area, we were concerned. But he's sick again so I'm taking care of two babies. In all fairness, my husband is actually no baby when he's sick. He's very strong in fact. Doesn't complain, and only asks for an occasional cup of tea. When I'm sick I do nothing but moan and groan and complain. I lose all my power and all I want to do is drink water and eat chicken soup. Actually, when it comes right down to it, my husband doesn't complain much about any of his ailments except for his feet. The problem is he's always looking to save a buck so he buys cheap work boots that wear out easily. He works as a carpenter and is on his feet all day so I'm always telling him to invest in a good pair of boots, you get what you pay for after all. And if you pay nothing, you get nothing but sore feet at the end of the day! I finally convinced him to buy a pair of safety toe boots last week and he loves them! They are very sturdy but not too heavy, and a lot better than the thirty dollar boots he bought at Kmart. I have to make the time today to update my resume and reconnect with some of the recruiters I've worked with in the past regarding legal jobs. We'll see which doors open up to me. I am trusting the universe to make it happen. So my husband wants his mother to come back again to help us out. When he mentioned this a week ago, he mentioned having her come for a month, last night it turned into a two month gig and that's when I had to say something. I reminded my husband that we live in a very small one bedroom and her recent seven week stay with her husband was too long. I also reminded me that he admitted that the next time anyone comes to visit it won't be any longer than two weeks. At least not while we're still here. He got defensive, pulled the "You have a problem with my mother" card out on me. I refused to be manipulated. "You know I don't have a problem with your mother, it's the lack of space." "You and your space." My husband never understood my need for SPACE. Mind you we lived for two years in a studio and I rarely complained. I also think it says a lot about our relationship that we could live on top of one another like this and keep it together. My friend told me there was no way her relationship with her fiance could survive a studio or a one bedroom. She also told me that my husband and I have something special and not to sweat the small stuff. (BTW, I am sorry to say she has since called off the engagement.) ***** Yesterday one of my loyal readers, who has been with me since I started here on D-land in 2003, offered to buy me the capresso expresso machine I have so longed for. How incredibly sweet of him. It made me think about how blogging keeps me connected to the outside world. Through D-land I have come to know many people. And although this has been strictly virtual, some of these relationships have been just as rewarding, if not more so, than some of the supposed friendships I have with people who make plans and break them religiously, talk about making plans but don't, rely strictly on email to maintain our friendship and never phone, rely strictly on email but never or reply to my emails. So I would like to thank this gentleman again for remaining a virtual part of my life for so long and for his generosity. I debated whether or not to accept his offer. First of all I didn't want him to do it and then regret he'd done it, or worst of all think I was taking advantage. Also I would have to give up my anonymity by supplying him with my personal info for shipping etc. Lastly, how the hell would I explain the arrival of the fabulously expensive coffee maker to my husband? After great consideration, I came up with a solution. See bottom left hand corner of my page. :) Is it shoddy of me to accept his offer? I still don't know if I'm doing the right thing. ***** My son is so in love with his TINY LOVE MagicQ Cow.
***** I am really looking forward to the doctor visit this Thursday. As I said previously, I'm concerned because he's been arching his back up a lot, grabbing his ear, balling up his fist and hitting himself, and teething. Poor little guy. I wonder if he has an ear ache. I also wonder about reflux. And yet he's not miserable and crying all day. He's still waking frequently at night though. I've sort of gotten used to it. Well better go and finish the dishes before this dvd ends. Love Rose
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