Well well well

Yes I have been that busy. Too bust to breathe almost. I love my jobs. The only challenge for me at the moment is to survive the constant drama that the boss creates. I have two jobs. One is a teacher, and that is the job that the boss is a drama creator, and the second job is keeping the nursery a couple of nights a week. Something is in the works for me. I feel it.....but no one will let me in on it. Do I make any sense? The drama boss is not a real popular lady and I believe has pissed off too many of the wrong people....and I could be mistaken but this is where I enter the scene....only I don't know how yet. URGH!!!!!!!!

Finally got my SUV back....still isn't right....gonna have to trade it. *heavy sigh* I love that SUV, I really do. Don't know what I am gonna end up with or when for that matter just soon.

I was bending Kat's ear the other day....don't get to do that much anymore. And I came to a universal question that she didn't have the answer for...well not one that I choose to accept....and I still want to know. See if you can help me out on this one. Why is men respect the sanctity of other men's homes when it comes to the recliner and the remote control but cannot seem to grasp the concept of respecting the household work of the wife? Here is an example, yes I am speaking from personal experience. Mr. Bubbles will not sit in or touch my fathers remote or recliner when we are visiting them...nor will my father when they are here but neither of them care to put away the clothes that have been picked up out of the floor, washed, dried, folded/hung up, and brought to the respective rooms. Neither will try to pick up after the mini bubbles and when asked to keep them out of the kitchen so I or my mother can cook their solution is to try to make them sit in the holy recliner with them. HELLO! They are 4 and 2....it doesn't work naturally and they end up under my feet anyway. One more little twist to my theory....a friend of ours came over to the house the other night. After dinner Mr. Bubbles was putting the mini bubbles to bed. The friend and I retired to the basement to watch t.v. He took the remote. Then as soon as he heard Mr. Bubbles coming down the stairs he blankly held up the remote and Mr. Bubbles blankly took it from him. I was stunned on so many levels that I am not even going to list them. So what is it? I must be missing something. I know that this does not hold true in every household....like Kat's for instance because, well, ummm, the man is pratically non existent in her house.

I am going to try to do better at posting. Thanks for checking in on me!