Ramblings

I've had a horrible day. If I told you about it you'd be amazed at my very smart husband's lack of common sense and then I'd tell you that he was an engineer and if you know any engineers then you'd totally understand.
I sent a naked belly picture to my former real estate partner this morning. It was to show him that I'm starting to resemble a man that used to make signs for us when we needed advertising for commercial properties. My pj pants were sliding down below my belly and my t-shirt was sliding up, but I'm not sharing the picture here because it is too humiliating...much like the story of why my day has been bad. My ex-partner replied back that I probably smelled much better. He forgot to mention that I'm also less hairy and less sweaty!
I've been "unemployed" for three years this week. In other words, for three years, I've been a stay at home wife and expectant mommy, then a wife and a mommy and now a wife, mommy and an expectant mommy all at the same time. If you ask what I do in a day, you'd be surprised that I really do just about everything around here. Big Daddy lives like a king, but doesn't always realize it.
We are celebrating my mom's birthday by having dinner out tomorrow evening. I've yet to get her a gift to go with her birthday money because of Big Daddy's lack of common sense this morning. The Muffin wants to give her chocolate eggs so that "she can share".
We'll be driving the 1 hour home from my mom and dad's after Muff's bedtime tomorrow because Big Daddy and I can't stand to be away from "our" church another Sunday. AND Big Daddy and The Muffin both said, "But I don't like Nana & Pawpaw's church. I want my church". (They both said it in a raised voice and with a whiny tone)It is such a blessing to hear either one of them fussing about wanting to go to church at all!
We are consolidating computers tonight, so I'm losing my beloved desktop and will be sharing Big Daddy's laptop. **Sigh** I'm slowly losing all of my independence and I can no longer say, "Well, it's my computer."
I'm getting increasingly stressed out about becoming a mostly single parent. I'm also stressed that my mom will be grossed out by how truly dirty Big Daddy really is. I'll be spending next week getting his toiletries together for my parents' house and trying to teach him the manners that his mom somehow forgot.
My hips hurt.
I love tea tree oil.