OMG, hurry up winter.
Why in whoever's name is it 85 degrees and humid right now? Oh NC, I love and hate you at the same time. And speaking of loving NC, I've decided that once I get my back tattoo finished, I'm going to get the two cardinals I talked about on Facebook. I like it more and more every time I think about it. An inky homage to both of my favorite places and to my future.
A little positivity this week after a CRAPPY weekend. Chris is being wonderful. He's attentive, interested in the house and wood shop, loving and did I mention wonderful? We've been making quick trips here and there to get stuff for the house and I love it. We went to Target last night to get bathroom necessaries like a caddy and a trashcan and a few other little things. He asks me what my plans are for the house and if he can get anything while he's out. He kisses me goodbye in the mornings and sends me messages on my way home about he can't wait to see me. I know, puketastic, but I actually like it. I've never been sickening about love in the past but I'm feelin' a little different. It's still us but it's a forever us.
The CRAPPY weekend you ask? Partially my fault. Friday night I come home and Chris' mom is waiting at the house and she comes in and talks to me about how worried she is that Chris is into drugs and spending too much money and not being careful... you know, the "worried mom" speech? I assure her that he's fine. He goes to work comes home, works a little buzz out and then moves on. Yes, he's sold a little as of late and yes, he thinks he's invincible sometimes but he's fine. He's just a dude. So we break and then his step dad comes to me and says "I think Christopher is in trouble." Okay, I was confident before but now I'm a little worried. Two people in one day? So we talk about it and I tell him to talk to Chris if he thinks he's acting up. Well, I talk to Chris Friday night and tell him that I want him to help me more around the house and that I feel a little alone working on it all the time but that I respect those days when he's tired and wants to rest. He gets a little pissy and distant and goes nuts cleaning the kitchen. I expected that because he doesn't react well to criticism. But then his mom AND Michael talk to him about their worries sometime during the rest of the weekend. Oh shit. I didn't mean to start a "shit on Chris" fest. So he comes in on Saturday and doesn't speak to me much and then doesn't speak to me much on Sunday and now I'm sad. I ask him what's going on and he tells me that everybody's coming down on him and he feels it's not justified and he's done a ton of work. He lists all the stuff he did while he was here by himself, before I moved in, and he's right. He may not change a trash bag all the time when it needs it but he's been working. So we agree that we'll both try to be more fair. I won't blow up at him when I think he needs to help me more and I'll be more cautious in my judgment and he'll ask me more about what I need and take things at his own pace. I love a good compromise and we haven't really had to work at it since, it's all kind of fallen into place. I think we both just took the changes a little too well and never really stopped to acclimate before assuming that things were already working well so a little blow up and things are back on track. But poor Chris, I felt so bad.
Mostly Good Here, Dear Reader,
Mrs. Bartlett
A little positivity this week after a CRAPPY weekend. Chris is being wonderful. He's attentive, interested in the house and wood shop, loving and did I mention wonderful? We've been making quick trips here and there to get stuff for the house and I love it. We went to Target last night to get bathroom necessaries like a caddy and a trashcan and a few other little things. He asks me what my plans are for the house and if he can get anything while he's out. He kisses me goodbye in the mornings and sends me messages on my way home about he can't wait to see me. I know, puketastic, but I actually like it. I've never been sickening about love in the past but I'm feelin' a little different. It's still us but it's a forever us.
The CRAPPY weekend you ask? Partially my fault. Friday night I come home and Chris' mom is waiting at the house and she comes in and talks to me about how worried she is that Chris is into drugs and spending too much money and not being careful... you know, the "worried mom" speech? I assure her that he's fine. He goes to work comes home, works a little buzz out and then moves on. Yes, he's sold a little as of late and yes, he thinks he's invincible sometimes but he's fine. He's just a dude. So we break and then his step dad comes to me and says "I think Christopher is in trouble." Okay, I was confident before but now I'm a little worried. Two people in one day? So we talk about it and I tell him to talk to Chris if he thinks he's acting up. Well, I talk to Chris Friday night and tell him that I want him to help me more around the house and that I feel a little alone working on it all the time but that I respect those days when he's tired and wants to rest. He gets a little pissy and distant and goes nuts cleaning the kitchen. I expected that because he doesn't react well to criticism. But then his mom AND Michael talk to him about their worries sometime during the rest of the weekend. Oh shit. I didn't mean to start a "shit on Chris" fest. So he comes in on Saturday and doesn't speak to me much and then doesn't speak to me much on Sunday and now I'm sad. I ask him what's going on and he tells me that everybody's coming down on him and he feels it's not justified and he's done a ton of work. He lists all the stuff he did while he was here by himself, before I moved in, and he's right. He may not change a trash bag all the time when it needs it but he's been working. So we agree that we'll both try to be more fair. I won't blow up at him when I think he needs to help me more and I'll be more cautious in my judgment and he'll ask me more about what I need and take things at his own pace. I love a good compromise and we haven't really had to work at it since, it's all kind of fallen into place. I think we both just took the changes a little too well and never really stopped to acclimate before assuming that things were already working well so a little blow up and things are back on track. But poor Chris, I felt so bad.
Mostly Good Here, Dear Reader,
Mrs. Bartlett