Okay, so Saturday, October 9 was my baby's Big #2 Basketball Birthday Bash (aah alliteration...). I have not one but many, many complaints to make, most of them centering around my husband. He's been getting by way to easy lately. I mean, look at the last few posts-no complaining at all hardly.
I had Friday off, meaning I was legitimately given the day off and didn't have to use one of my precious vacation days. Hubby was on Fall break all week. He was home all week. He did go work at a body shop owned by some fellow church members a couple days. He's been doing that lately to pick up some spending cash. People at church are much nicer and more compassionate than I am. They want to help us, afraid that we're having a hard time since my hubby lost his job. I say, if I were them, I wouldn't feel the least bit bad for us as he's not even trying to find a job. My mom says that maybe it's because he's trying to better himself. I say he's going to wind up with a job not making as much money as he did before, doesn't necessarily sound like bettering himself to me. But hey, I'm just the wife. I, like Tammy Wynette, stand by my man. And I do appreciate the concern of others. We go to church with a wonderful group of people and I love them.
But I digress... (I say that a lot in my posts, don't I?). I was talking about the b-day party. Hubby was home for the entire week. There was a lot of housework that needed to be done. Just so you know, my house doesn't really get cleaned unless we know someone is coming, like for a party or the holidays. It got a good cleaning in August. It was supposed to be cleaned before Baby BK's party. It will get cleaned again before Thanksgiving because the fam from Ohio will probably stay with us. Then it probably won't get cleaned again until Christmas if I carry through with my plans to have a Christmas brunch, or Easter, if I don't have a Christmas Brunch. Hubby knew that there were things that needed to be done. I'd told him specifically. I wanted him to procure for me some fodder shocks and bales of hay. I purchased mums that needed to be planted. The house needed to be cleaned in addition to this and he knew it. He lives in the house. He knows how little attention I pay it. The mess is not easily ignored, trust me. I have to work very hard to ignore it.
So, what does hubby do throughout the week? I understand that it is very hard to clean house with the punks there. They really set you back being the messy little monsters that they are. They cannot be blamed however as he never actually did anything that could be, in any way, construed as cleaning. He moved some OSB out of the garage to the basement. That's about as close as he got. Then, he proceeded to spend an entire day building a wall in the basement.
Now, he would tell you that by moving the OSB to the basement, he was cleaning the garage. It had to be removed from the garage. I can't argue with that. What I can say is that, once the OSB was in the basement, the battle was won. He'd succeeded in completing that task. Nothing else had to be done with it at that moment. A wall certainly did not need to be build. My mums needed to be planted. They still are not planted. He's going to read this and say, "I don't know where you want them planted at." Rrrraaaarrrrhhhh! That's me screaming in response and throwing something before storming back into the house. They are placed exactly where I want them planted at. And....needless to say, I still don't have a fodder shock or bale of hay.
I spent all day Friday and Saturday at home with the boys. Not a lot of work gets done with the boys there. I'll just be perfectly honest about it, to put it mildly, they're a distraction. If you are a friend on my facebook, you know what I did Friday as I alerted everyone to it every ten minutes. I made a kettle of hot dog sauce and 4 dozen cupcakes. Strawberry cupcakes filled with marshmallow vanilla cream and chocolate cupcakes filled with fudge. I iced them with butter cream frosting, the best I've made to date though I'm pretty sure I couldn't do it again if I tried. They looked lovely, leastwise most of them did right up until I put them in the fridge. I didn't realize how close to the shelf I was. Some got smashed. Not as bad as the mini Apple Pie cupcakes I made for Homecoming at church. Those things were smooshed terribly. All of them tasted good in spite of their smooshiness though.
Friday evening the neighbors had a bonfire. We went. My babies made sure every body at that bonfire knew who they were before they left. Baby BK especially made a spectacle out of himself. A cute spectacle, but a spectacle nonetheless.
Oh, sorry, I was griping and complaining. I forgot. Saturday, the day of the party, hubby had a church conference to attend. I asked him very nicely to not stay a minute longer than was necessary. If you know my husband, you know he likes to pass his time in deep conversation with anyone he comes across. This is magnified a hundred times at church functions. Before he left that morning, I asked him to do 3 things. Just 3, and none of them overly difficult or mentally taxing. First, I asked him to take a pre-sorted load of laundry downstairs and put it in the washing machine. There was laundry already in the washer that would have to be transferred to the dryer. Second, I asked him to unload the dishwasher. Third, I asked him to take the garbage out on his way out of the house. After having to work around him for 20 minutes in the kitchen, I finally asked if he was going to unload the dishwasher. He'd forgotten. He did it. He walked out of the house without the garbage. I didn't remind him. He's not 5 and I'm not his mother. After he left, I went to the utility room and nearly lost my mind when I found a load of pre-sorted laundry still in a hamper, not in the washer, clean and ready to dry. Seriously, ask the boys. I nearly went crazy.
I spent Saturday afternoon making 5 count 'em 5 different kinds of soup for the party. I had wall to wall crock pots by the time the party rolled around. We had: Ham, Bean, and Vegetable Soup, Clam Chowder, Potato Soup, Chicken and Noodles, and White Chili. The Clam Chowder is my personal favorite but I'm in the minority on that. I think I'm going to have to increase my potato soup production as we had no leftovers and the best thing to date about Baby's birthday is the leftover soup and hot dogs the following Sunday.
I guess that's enough for now. When hubby reads this he's going to have a conniption, I just know it. If he reads it. He's such a busy man now he rarely has the time. I complained that I'd been on my feet all day Friday working and his response was that he'd been busy all day too, making money. Seriously, he said that to me. Me, his wife, the woman who goes to work everyday. Yeah, that's how it went over with me too. He's not been murdered yet. I told him the minute he becomes more valuable to dead than alive, he'd better watch out. Of course, I'm kidding......
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