Well I have been here for almost two months, and have been suffering from writer’s block this entire time. There’s a lot of funny stuff to write about here but most of it can’t be put into words.
Shelby is adjusting quite nicely, aside from the occasional bouts of kindergarten girl hormones. She has a new best friend in the little girl that lives across the sidewalk. In fact, I think she may live here in our apartment but as long as Shelby is quiet I’m cool with that. I’ve become friends with her mom, who is jobless like me. We don’t hang out and be jobless together because there is a slight chance that we could turn into Thelma and Louise.
Wayne seems to be adjusting…the look of surprise is only on his face sometimes instead of all the time. He seems like he still loves me, or he is a REALLY good actor. He’s been a very good sport about this whole adjustment period and the fact that I have no job. I’d say he is happy to have clean laundry and a clean house and hot meals when he gets home from work…but then that makes me feel like one of those scary housewives that makes the whole family eat granola and whole grains and I don’t want anyone to get that impression. Oh and, until we move our home will never be clean and always will have that special “Something must have died here at one time” smell.
I’m not adjusting. I haven’t gone this long without working since I was on maternity leave from having Shelby. Even then, I was still needed…my boss called a lot. Bless Wayne’s heart for keeping Shelby in daycare for me so she can have a social life. Or maybe he is worried that we will cause each other physical harm…but well, social life and all regardless. I have shampooed the carpet at least a dozen times. I clean the kitchen twice a day. I vacuum a lot. In fact, I’ve purchased two since I moved here. We have 3 vacuum cleaners and no coat closet to park them in. I dust 14 times a day, apparently it’s because we live in the desert.
OTHER than the obvious discontent from having too much time on my hands, I’m happy. He loves me. He loves my kid. And we haven’t very easy to love, especially during this adjustment period. Shelby stalks him and fights with him over the TV. I’ve been moody and sick and went into a funk the job didn’t work out. The kids aren’t getting along but we are working on that and I’m trying not to take it personally. I nag the dog, made her go on a diet, my cat throws up unless he eats expensive food, and I’m trying to re-learn how to cook. But the man still loves us and he’s a rock. I keep thinking of that awful time after he moved, when I couldn’t see him every day, and my heart skips a beat when I think that I don’t have to go through that again. I can get up and have coffee and watch the news every morning with him. Now, if I could just get him to stay awake past 8:00 at night…hahaha! Baby steps!
More to come, I hope. Feeling a tiny lift in the writer’s block!
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