Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Have a peaceful day.

Well, we were at it again.Our good friend Linda, amazing Linda (I really should spend a whole post on Linda and how she gets arrested for us all), asked the girls and I if we wanted to decorate a cake for someone in the Saratoga Peace Alliance. Linda made the cake and brought it over and the girls and I made an Italian meringue buttercream (a new recipe for us and OMG delicious!).
We started off with the idea of doing a tie dye background with a peace sign on the front, that morphed into Xan coming up with a tree that made a peace sign if you turned it upside down, that morphed into Artie creating the tree peace sign right-side up, and that morphed into what we all finally loved...And there are even clouds in the sky...We had such fun creating together!!! And we hope that Jeff did indeed have a peaceful birthday.
By the way...thanks for all the supportive and humorous responses to my ranting post. It's good to feel cared for and things are indeed still stressful but it's good to know that I can be bitchy and still feel like a part of the human race.
Have a peaceful day.

Monday, June 09, 2008

This is the post where she rants.

Well we are in countdown mode.
Five days and counting.
Remember that post about 5 or 6 months ago where I said I wanted to be honest, just be "me" in my blog. Yeah? Good because...
I am ready to knock my husband's block off!!! (that was in my best confessional whisper)
See how happy we look...I desperately need to hold this image in my head as I hear Michael telling people that he is preparing the house so that I don't need to do anything but paint once he is gone for the summer.
Anything but paint?!!!
This husband of mine is like some sort of out of control speed boat leaving a wake of destruction behind him. I am going to have to do so much work this summer to get us packed up and get this house ready to sell.
Yeah, he's doing prep work so that I can paint the apartment but, he is also leaving patches of plaster on the floor that I was only planning on doing touch-up paint work to and now I am going to have to scrape and sand the whole thing.
And when I try to ask him about things that need to get done, I see his head actually rise a few inches in the air. If it weren't for the skin, bone, and tendon thingies in there I know that his head would be hurtling toward space.
OK, he's stressed. We (the girls, cats, and I) got that. Artie is spending as much time as she can away from home. Xan is hiding in computer land. Me?...I have no idea what I am doing. I think I am waiting for the calm after the storm. That summer apart is sounding rather appealing at the moment.
Don't get me wrong. I love my husband and I am in a committed marriage and all that. But (big BUT) he is a miserable, irritable mess right now and when he is stressed he is rather unbearable (diplomatic word choice).
Here is my list of painting tasks:
1. Go to our storage unit and repack all of the boxes that came out of Audrey's house.
2. Clean out the garage (Michael's stuff...treasure? or trash?...he is a pack rat)
3. Pack up the apartment and move it into the garage.
4. Unload and move the bus (was supposed to happen before he left but the title *poofed*)
5. Clean out the basement and pack it all into the garage? or storage?.
6. Clean and sort all of Michael's stuff on the back porch (again pack rat, old kilns, bottles, in my opinion junkie furniture, etc...).
7. Paint the apartment.
8. Get the floors redone in the apartment.
9. Possibly get our driveway paved because right now it is dirt.
And Michael thinks that I am doing this all by myself. I get to stand around and hear about how he is hiring people to help him. He expects me to do this all by myself. And he expects me to get a part time job. And he wants the house on the market in July.
For the time being he is in no space to hear the reality of how unrealistic he is. That conversation will have to wait for later. When he is removed from his own way- behind-schedule packing hell.
I'm feeling very put out and pissy about the whole ordeal at the moment. (I'm sure that is obvious).
Just holding that picture in my head.
Just holding that picture in my head.
And remembering that what we are moving toward is a joyous thing.