Take me down to the river to wash off...

[whiskeychick]

Heavy clouds, no rain. Which means I need to water the garden today. I watered the pallet garden last night. I really, really have to find a better way to battle the slugs. But I think I might cave and get slug bait. They are never ending around here.

I had the weirdest dreams last night. I had the hubby is leaving me dream, which happens at least once a week it seems. It troubles me so and he always knows I’ve had it, likely because of how I look when I wake up. Before that, before my normal wake-up-to-pee time of night, I had a really odd one. I was helping to run a sex adventure club with boonedog at my grandmother’s home in Detroit. Basically we helped arrange sexual fantasies for people and they paid us well. There were two gay men that we helped bring together there, for which I told them their passion reminded me of my friends D & J. At one point I was mad because people were taking too long with their fantasies and I wanted to close up shop. There were naked bodies in the basement, in the bedrooms, hell in one of the bathrooms. Out in the pool.

Hubby’s horoscope this morning said something about getting out of relationship because he deserved better. That on the heel of my dream really had me silently troubled. Then hubby said, “Aquarians don’t leave. We’re the ones that get left.” I told him I knew a few Aquarians in my lifetime that did the leaving. And he said, “Their partner must have been a real assholes.” I thought for a moment, and yes, that was true. He kissed me and said, “I’m not going anywhere.” And I know that in my heart, so why does my unconscious beat me up so?

Here’s the before and after photos as promised on my sad little hanging baskets.

Before: 

After:



:: I hate how fast coffee gets cold when I’m writing. ::

I enjoyed my bike ride and sneaking away for an iced tea and sandwich yesterday and reading my book. It was fabulous. I really enjoyed sleeping in this morning. I feel much better today, except for that sleep-drunk hangover that makes you want to go to bed.

Today is supposed to be my artist’s date, which means I’m supposed to investigate Dojo’s in the area. I also need to take Pnut to BGLAD. She hasn’t gone since school let out.

And a crockpot dinner is a must, since I won’t be home. I’m thinking BBQ pork for the boys left at home.

Well, there was no writing done yesterday, so I need to work on that today.

In the meantime, here’s yesterday’s break down:


Up at 0634

Make Hubby Lunch

Zombie with Coffee for :15 while starring at computer screen

Chore Board

Journal

P chart for Bean reviewed/filled out

Try to nap for an hour. Just laid there with eye closed until kids awoke

Dress/hygiene (I added that in, because it looks like I never do those things)

Swish & Swipe Master Bath

Detail clean Master Bath’s Vanity/Cupboard

Drink Water

Laundry Going

Dishwasher emptied and loaded

Cleaned off and organized bedroom desk

Bike Ride on trails and then to counselor’s office

Therapy (took bike into town)

Went to Coffee house and had lunch and read “The Happiness Project.”

Road home on trails the long way

Checked Email

Took cutting of plant from garden that came up where I planted bush beans but is not producing beans to nursery

Bought flat of “sale” plants (woohoo $1 a start!)

Went to grocery store and picked up cheese for dinner

Began to rehabilitate hanging baskets

Take son to friend’s house

Continue rehabilitating hanging baskets and planting rest of flat in gardens

Make dinner (Pita Pizzas)

Play Drill Sgt. Mom in order to get Tank through getting ready for baseball.

Feed kids

Eat my own dinner while reading local paper (where my editorial appears)

Hubby comes home, sit with him while he eats

Take shower

Meet Hubby at baseball field

Sit and chat with hubby and other parents for an hour

Come home (am exhausted)

Set up sprinkler to water pallet garden/slug patrol

Get kids going for beds (showers, snacks - as Tank is understandably famished after baseball)

Check facebook while waiting for garden -watering timer to go off

Watch one episode of Primeval (which has turned into a game of ‘make note of the plot holes and suspension of disbelief killers)

Read for :15

Lights out

Sleep until 0700 with only one mid-night bathroom break. Yay!

I need something that will motivate me in the way of music today:

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