I thought I asked for a kind week. A week that would go by quickly, quietly and seamlessly. I understand there was a lot to do, hence my post about not having time to breath, but that’s fine. Going away for 8 days, I was bound to have a lot to do.
But I thought I ASKED you to be KIND. You had to wake up on the wrong side of the bed and make it not so fine. You took out the fangs and bit in and haven’t let go.
For that, I hate you and am ready for you to move along. So, can you do me a favor….stop being such a stick in the mud. Let go. Let time slip away between the hours of 8AM to 6PM painlessly.That’s all I ask of you.
Last night, I texted my boo asking him to put chicken in a marinade, knowing I was going to be late coming home from the office. AND not to mention, he is way more talented in the kitchen than I will ever be.
So when I arrived home, EJ was on the couch, Bubbles was playing with her ball and the chicken was marinading. I quickly changed my clothes, got pots out to start the rice and green beans, threw wrinkly clothes into the dryer to de-wrinkle, started up a new load of laundry, washed all the pots and pans that I used and was done using, cleaned off the surfaces in the kitchen that I knew I wouldn’t be using again… Cleared off the kitchen table. Threw out odds and ends that were just sitting around. Put away laundry that had been sitting out for a while. Cleared off surfaces, put away bags, put away towels, cleaned a bathroom and turned off lights in all the other rooms besides the two rooms we were in.
While grilling the chicken, boiling the rice and getting the green beans sorted out.
Why is it that women can multi-task and men cannot? I am not trying to throw my boo under the bus because he helps out A TON and not to mention keeps me entertained all the time… but seriously. Within the 20- 25 minutes of getting dinner ready, I had a clean kitchen, a clean bathroom and laundry half way done.
Half my family is English.
My Dad owned a business for the longest time over there and when he’d go away on business and come home, he’d bring home these candies. Every. Time.
Today, EJ took me to a store called ‘Taste of Britain’ today and I found these!! My siblings are all in shock/flashback/jealous. :)
I love to analyze my dreams. EJ thinks I am crazy and believes dreams are dreams and don’t mean anything.
The other night I had a crazy dream that involved Atlanta and Boston all mushed together. Long story short, my car in Atlanta was in Boston and destroyed by people I couldn’t recognize. (caught on fire, bullets through the window…deeestroyed). And my coworker from Atlanta was in Boston and told me about it and so I had to take a bus, but I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was I needed to cross the river (in Boston). So I got on the bus, which then stopped me in Atlanta directly in front of my office. But I had to get there to call the police. So I jumped into a Jeep Wrangler and I wake up / forget everything else.
Sorry it’s patchy - it happened a few days ago when I was in the mountains and couldn’t get to my computer fast enough.
Do you believe in dream analysis? What do you think this might mean?