You be the glue then... asshat!

I’m not meant to be the glue. One thing.... I’m too lazy. 

I like it whenever we could all get together and have a good time But do you know how much work goes into a family gathering?

NO?  Let me enlighten you.....

You have to clean the house even thought you know the entire time you are busting your ass to get it clean ... in just a matter of minutes your company will MESS IT UP!

You have to plan what you will feed for a meal or meals... then do all the shopping and put it all away.  Then you have to prepare the meals and do the cleanup. 

Have events planned so they aren't bored, and usually I try to have noise of some type in the background so I spend at least a couple of hours making a playlist. Or time shopping for toys or games or crafts.

It’s a lot of work. And even though you only do it a couple of times a year it just wears you out!!  And if, GOD FORBID,  it doesn’t go right... you have that memory going forward along with the memory of how much work it was and you get older every year making it harder and harder.

Pictures are always fun.....  you have the kids complain about taking every picture you want to take to try and get something equivalent of showing a good time. 

And all of thee above is fine... I can do it all and honestly, I enjoy doing it UNTIL ......

You add a spouse that expects you to buy and prepare the EXACT amount of food they will eat, (Like you know this)  and then get mad cause someone didn't eat and it was a waste.  Complaining about spending too much money.... about making too much food.... or says... "They won't eat it anyway."  Like I'm not suppose to feed someone ???????

It really takes the fun out of doing a family get together’s. 

Mom’s are supposed to be the glue but every time I try to be the glue I feel unappreciated so I don’t like to be the glue.  Dennis can start being the damn glue!

Maybe later

 It's been a month of Sundays since I posted a blog.  I always have shit to say, but never sit down at my computer when it is going through my head.  Now as I sit here I got nothing.... 

The valid points I argue in my head will never see the light of day or a white screen or even a writing utensil.  I swear I can't get my ducks in a row right now.

Maybe later.

Put the tools down and move away!!!

 Dennis had his surgery and he is not a happy camper.  He can't do alot on his own yet, but he keeps trying!  I have had to take lots of tools out of his hands.  Leaf blower, weed eater... the lawn mower!!  He is not use to sitting idol.  He can shower himself... but the good arm has to be washed by me.  Hopefully he will use the pool for some good therapy!  

The Day he got home... he was a little loopy!  But glad it was over.  He was brave.  I would have been a basket case!

This is him just a few days later... on a ladder, trying to work around the house.  I made him get down, but he  just went and got the leaf blower!

What's in a name?

The word ”daddy” has been used in my vocabulary my entire life. When my daddy passed away I still called Dennis daddy because we had kids in the home.  Slowly, as the kids get older and have kids of their own, I have realized there isn’t the need for that word in my live like there once was, and that makes me sad.  I miss having a daddy in this world.  I miss having little kids in my home and I miss the simplicity of the family unit when both were in use often.

Wishful thinking... But you can't have it all

I could create the perfect worker for the kitchen if I could put three of my cooks into one:

Bailey’s math skills

Terri Lee’s speed and determination to get out of there as soon as possible (or when her ride showed up.)

and Devin’s cooking.

That would be the cook to have!