Wow, what week. No school happened at all, not even a read. ooops. I don't know if I can really complain considering I am our leader and we were too busy to work with all the playing going on.
This weekend hasn't had the hellish start most have, it gives me hope for the next two days.
I got up ridiculously early and went outside to watch the Girls. They are enormous and happy happy happy in their new run. They hop to get fresh leaves which cracks me up, I post them on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkgDR-BF2ws
In other news;
I think I'm going to get us a manual treadmill. We have an elliptical which I can't use because it hurts my knees and hips to the point I have to lay on the floor afterwards. Sort of defeats the endorphin high I'm looking for after a workout. I don't want to sink money into a big treadmill in case we don't use it.
I think both the Banker and I would benefit from a daily walk, it's starting to get too hot here in Austin for me to do it outside. I think he needs the exercise too. He is getting the 13yr old boy pudge and he's upset by it. He doesn't eat candy or sweets or junk at all so it's all hormonal, he'll suddenly grow into his weight but in the mean time we don't need any bad body image moments for him. I think it's worth the $129, I can always run it back if it doesn't get used in the 30 days we have to try it.
We have plans both today and tomorrow for functions. We have husband's boss's son's graduation celebration to attend this afternoon. I shouldn't be disappointed it won't be a "bring a bottle of wine" affair. I'm sure we will enjoy over sweetened tea and hundreds of people we don't know. I'll smile and nod and be my most delightful self. Banker doesn't want to go but I think one boy he knows will be there so that'll help. I don't anticipate a very late evening.
I have a girl party to go to tomorrow, well I did up until 20 minutes ago when I saw it was cancelled. Unfortunately I'd arranged to take Banker across town (on my way to said girl party) for a sleepover so I'll still haul him over there even though there's no cocktailling at the other end. Actually, why do I need to wait for someone ELSE to arrange a cocktail moment. I think I'll get on the phone and find myself a date for after boy dropoff. Maybe a run to a store and buy myself something pretty. I'm sick of living in oversized free tshirts, I look like a slob and feel like one too. I don't need fancy but hell, I need something else.
Husband is in a reasonable humor, we're treading lightly but so far, so good. Banker is killing things online and I've been in chicken mode since 7am. I just put them back into the coop to come update my blogs and ponder the lack of any academics this week. Oh well, we'll work next week.
Wish me weekend luck, I'm trying to have a good one for a change.
/me
Showing posts with label weekend. Show all posts
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Saturday, June 2, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Summer Schedule weekend 1
Ah, weekends. School free time.
I have started to pack up 7th grade and make room for the summer work and new 8th grade schedule. Slowly of course, I have loads of time.
Up at 4, playing with chickens at 6, chickens in the run, remark their heads, play with them. Give them a corncob, wow, I'm glad I'm not a piece of corn! That was like piranhas! Give them treaties of grapes and dry oatmeal, they love it, I think they might actually like me.
Oh and on an unrelated note I don't like being belittled, I'm just saying. I don't like being made fun of either. I'm not a fan of sarcasm 24/7 because it's not sarcastic then, it's just mean. I don't like my grammar or spelling commented on, checked or corrected. Obnoxious. I know some obnoxious people.
In a brief moment of stress-less, coffee drinking, chicken watching, I asked husband if he liked the chickens, he said it's been too much work... for him. ? He said he had to build a coop, I didn't let that one go, "I WANTED to do it and you wouldn't LET me". He just stared ahead. I hate weekends.
I cleaned out the coop and replaced the shavings in the gigantic apartment portion. I think we should remove the plank that comes down from the small hole in the coop floor and close the hole. We made them a ladder from bamboo that they actually like and that'll work just fine for them to go in and out, plus they can jump from the floor to the open door of the apartment so they don't need the hole. It's going to be too small anyway and they already have to duck to get past the floor joist. I'd like to just go do it.
The Banker is still off screens. He's going to a sleepover tonight so I'll have no control over screens at FriendM's house but until he leaves, he's off them and I think the point is being driven home. Good choices make for a happy life.
Husband yanked the fence/netting down from the run and is replacing it with the same 1x2 inch wire garden fencing his garden is surrounded by. He said it's so I will stop complaining. What the hell? I don't say word one out of sheer fear of the fallout, it's never worth saying a word. I hate weekends
"look what's missing? look what's missing? a way in?!" he said
I smiled. Tossed under a bus. I smiled and said, "yep, once we got a way in it's sweet, I couldn't reach the birds over it, could I but it works fine now...?" I came inside.
Ahhh, my committee immediately flashes back to joking with a friend about the run not having access into it, nice. Right under a bus. I cannot imagine what on earth conversation would prompt anyone to tell husband, "your wife asked what was missing from the run...a way in?" Obviously it was shared because it's what I said, well, part of what I said. Way to flip out of context, I wasn't mean about it, I was joking, it was a very long conversation and those three words were a very small part of it. Wow. I'm rather obsessive about being sacrificed. I'm a one time gal. Mental note, future commentary will include, and will be limited to, smiling and nodding. Wow.
I hope hope hope he adds a gate or some EASY method for me to get inside the chicken run. Even better I hope hope hope he makes some EASY connection system to the coop, carrying the birds one at a time into a run is a little bit ridiculous. I wish I could say something that wouldn't result in the silent treatment and 3 days of muttering at me, stomping and sighing. The fee is always too high. Smile and nod.
He's gone to Home Depot. $7,874.04 worth of lumber, board, wire, fence, hinges and rope in the garage but yet ... there's a perpetual need to run to Home Depot. My neighbor gave us a load of wood specifically for a gate on the fence and some additional lumber. No? I think it's a man thing, plus it has to be something enormous and intricate I'm sure, something that'll be hard to work and potentially stab me all the time. I still can't get into or out of the coop without scratching myself. There's 2 inches of folded exposed wire over the door edges for some reason.
I poured a glass of wine and came inside. It's 10:30. It's going to be a very long day.
I don't know what time Banker is going to the sleepover, FriendK said she will be in my side of town and offered to come get him, I hope she does. I could use the giggly glass of wine friend time.
There is a square dance tonight I no longer want to go to. There is a barbecue cook-off that husband is going to "help" ?? a "friend" with that I no longer wish to attend. I set myself up every single Friday night thinking THIS TIME I'm about to have 2 days of fun of family activity of working together and every single time I have to find somewhere to hide out and smile and nod. I just want to crawl into a corner and wait for it to be Monday.
/Tracy
I have started to pack up 7th grade and make room for the summer work and new 8th grade schedule. Slowly of course, I have loads of time.
Up at 4, playing with chickens at 6, chickens in the run, remark their heads, play with them. Give them a corncob, wow, I'm glad I'm not a piece of corn! That was like piranhas! Give them treaties of grapes and dry oatmeal, they love it, I think they might actually like me.
Oh and on an unrelated note I don't like being belittled, I'm just saying. I don't like being made fun of either. I'm not a fan of sarcasm 24/7 because it's not sarcastic then, it's just mean. I don't like my grammar or spelling commented on, checked or corrected. Obnoxious. I know some obnoxious people.
In a brief moment of stress-less, coffee drinking, chicken watching, I asked husband if he liked the chickens, he said it's been too much work... for him. ? He said he had to build a coop, I didn't let that one go, "I WANTED to do it and you wouldn't LET me". He just stared ahead. I hate weekends.
I cleaned out the coop and replaced the shavings in the gigantic apartment portion. I think we should remove the plank that comes down from the small hole in the coop floor and close the hole. We made them a ladder from bamboo that they actually like and that'll work just fine for them to go in and out, plus they can jump from the floor to the open door of the apartment so they don't need the hole. It's going to be too small anyway and they already have to duck to get past the floor joist. I'd like to just go do it.
The Banker is still off screens. He's going to a sleepover tonight so I'll have no control over screens at FriendM's house but until he leaves, he's off them and I think the point is being driven home. Good choices make for a happy life.
Husband yanked the fence/netting down from the run and is replacing it with the same 1x2 inch wire garden fencing his garden is surrounded by. He said it's so I will stop complaining. What the hell? I don't say word one out of sheer fear of the fallout, it's never worth saying a word. I hate weekends
"look what's missing? look what's missing? a way in?!" he said
I smiled. Tossed under a bus. I smiled and said, "yep, once we got a way in it's sweet, I couldn't reach the birds over it, could I but it works fine now...?" I came inside.
Ahhh, my committee immediately flashes back to joking with a friend about the run not having access into it, nice. Right under a bus. I cannot imagine what on earth conversation would prompt anyone to tell husband, "your wife asked what was missing from the run...a way in?" Obviously it was shared because it's what I said, well, part of what I said. Way to flip out of context, I wasn't mean about it, I was joking, it was a very long conversation and those three words were a very small part of it. Wow. I'm rather obsessive about being sacrificed. I'm a one time gal. Mental note, future commentary will include, and will be limited to, smiling and nodding. Wow.
I hope hope hope he adds a gate or some EASY method for me to get inside the chicken run. Even better I hope hope hope he makes some EASY connection system to the coop, carrying the birds one at a time into a run is a little bit ridiculous. I wish I could say something that wouldn't result in the silent treatment and 3 days of muttering at me, stomping and sighing. The fee is always too high. Smile and nod.
He's gone to Home Depot. $7,874.04 worth of lumber, board, wire, fence, hinges and rope in the garage but yet ... there's a perpetual need to run to Home Depot. My neighbor gave us a load of wood specifically for a gate on the fence and some additional lumber. No? I think it's a man thing, plus it has to be something enormous and intricate I'm sure, something that'll be hard to work and potentially stab me all the time. I still can't get into or out of the coop without scratching myself. There's 2 inches of folded exposed wire over the door edges for some reason.
I poured a glass of wine and came inside. It's 10:30. It's going to be a very long day.
I don't know what time Banker is going to the sleepover, FriendK said she will be in my side of town and offered to come get him, I hope she does. I could use the giggly glass of wine friend time.
There is a square dance tonight I no longer want to go to. There is a barbecue cook-off that husband is going to "help" ?? a "friend" with that I no longer wish to attend. I set myself up every single Friday night thinking THIS TIME I'm about to have 2 days of fun of family activity of working together and every single time I have to find somewhere to hide out and smile and nod. I just want to crawl into a corner and wait for it to be Monday.
/Tracy
Friday, May 25, 2012
Summer Schedule day 5
Ah, brilliant yesterday. There was the longest list of chores I could think of to do and Banker did them all, well except one but that's ok, he'll do the math test today.
Banker cooked, cleaned, vacuumed. He did laundry, 4 loads. He moved furniture, swept and dusted. He fed chickens, put food away and emptied the dishwasher...twice. He did it with a smile, a good spirit and delightful mood. He was wise.
I think I may take us to the movies today. I feel housebound even though I'm not actually housebound. I mean, we were out both Monday and Tuesday of this week yet by Thursday night I'm feeling housebound? I think I need to balance out my mental health. A day and a half at the house does not a hermit make! Truly.
We have a big weekend ahead of us, invited to a square dance and a bbq cook off and Banker is going to a sleepover which will free husband and I up to spend quality time in our separate corners, quietly. No offense, Banker but it'll be nice. I thought about trying to convince the man to take me out on a date or to spend time out together. He would prefer to sit on the back porch, smoking and playing on his iPad I'm sure.
The Girls are getting giant. They are 8 weeks old and as personable as they are beautiful. We didn't have them out to play yesterday but I am planning on quality chicken watching time today.
I started a thread on my Facebook page about talking about myself in the third person. For some reason it completely cracks me up. I think I'll do it when we go out today. "Tracy thanks you" to the ticket guy perhaps? HAHAHA
We played all morning, we dashed out to see Men in Black 3, we wandered Walmart and stopped for a pizza. We laughed, the Banker was a normal, fun, kid. No angst, no eye rolling, no drama, no nothing, just a great day.
He is sweeping, dealing with the dishwasher, while he humms, and is about to transfer his fish, Cornelius, into a bigger, better aquarium he bought with his own debit card. He's in a delightful mood and look, no screens hasn't done a damned thing to him...except give me a happy kid. Hmmm
/Tracy (who thanks you for reading...)
Banker cooked, cleaned, vacuumed. He did laundry, 4 loads. He moved furniture, swept and dusted. He fed chickens, put food away and emptied the dishwasher...twice. He did it with a smile, a good spirit and delightful mood. He was wise.
I think I may take us to the movies today. I feel housebound even though I'm not actually housebound. I mean, we were out both Monday and Tuesday of this week yet by Thursday night I'm feeling housebound? I think I need to balance out my mental health. A day and a half at the house does not a hermit make! Truly.
We have a big weekend ahead of us, invited to a square dance and a bbq cook off and Banker is going to a sleepover which will free husband and I up to spend quality time in our separate corners, quietly. No offense, Banker but it'll be nice. I thought about trying to convince the man to take me out on a date or to spend time out together. He would prefer to sit on the back porch, smoking and playing on his iPad I'm sure.
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| LOOK at how beautiful they are...and how big! |
I started a thread on my Facebook page about talking about myself in the third person. For some reason it completely cracks me up. I think I'll do it when we go out today. "Tracy thanks you" to the ticket guy perhaps? HAHAHA
We played all morning, we dashed out to see Men in Black 3, we wandered Walmart and stopped for a pizza. We laughed, the Banker was a normal, fun, kid. No angst, no eye rolling, no drama, no nothing, just a great day.
He is sweeping, dealing with the dishwasher, while he humms, and is about to transfer his fish, Cornelius, into a bigger, better aquarium he bought with his own debit card. He's in a delightful mood and look, no screens hasn't done a damned thing to him...except give me a happy kid. Hmmm
/Tracy (who thanks you for reading...)
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Day One hundred two and one hundred three (weekend)
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| Edna |
I was surprised with a new tv today, husband likes to surprise me with things. That meant we were suddenly very tv heavy for the house. There are 3 of us in the family and we have more televisions than normal people should have. Banker became starry eyed at the mathematics of televisions here when he realized his bedroom was the ONLY room in the house without a cable hooked up tv. Well, besides the studio (I don't want one in there) and the bathrooms... although cool, it'd be weird. We do all have tv ready/worthy iPads so if you add the computer monitors that we can watch tv on plus iPads and iPhones, it's into double digits and that's so very weird.
I agreed to let Banker have a tv in his room for the summer. It's basic cable, not the box with the HBO channels so we'll see. I asked him, please please please, don't let me down with bad tv choices. I have limited faith. I don't want to be disappointed.
He does have some school to finish from the week with the playdays, I still have an expectation it'll be completed this weekend and/or week.
WalterPug is enamored with the Girls and spends lots of his time watching them through the netting. He could bust through but doesn't realize it. *yay* The Girls aren't the slightest bit concerned by him and he just watches. It's lovely to watch. Lola, is coping.
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| Walter and Peck |
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| Walter watching the Girls |
Husband is golfing tomorrow and I'm supposed to run errands at fabric stores and such but with the new 32" in my room, I may just stay in bed and watch mindless tv, eating bonbons and drinking coffee. Oh, yes, I like that plan!
/Tracy
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Day Ninety Five and Ninety Six
We finished the day yesterday more successfully than we began. Bonus. The Banker and I reviewed the expectations to continue this home school experience. We both have ends to hold up and I hope the talk hit the right cords with him, I have cautious faith.
It's the weekend. I hate weekends. Although lately, not much has been the source of great delight. I just let the girls out of their sleeping area, they jumped off their perch! and they were so very excited to see me. They jumped into my lap and ate the treaties I'd taken out for them. I am going to find something today to dump in there so they can scratch it out over the mud, I slipped while straddling their stupid ramp and half twisted my ankle again. I am not going to moan too heavily about it. I am also going to find one portion of the porch to de-mud, baby steps because the entire project is too daunting.
Banker has some academics to finish this weekend and we will finish moving his bedroom from one room to the other. He slept between husband and I last night. I woke to both their snoring faces ;) Normally Banker would have gone back to his room after some TV watching with me and/or husband would have wandered to the guestroom bed but he didn't for some reason. I'd like to formally thank the maker of the King Sized bed for last nights sleeping. Everyone had room.
So, I'm going to de-mud a small portion of my newly decorated then destroyed back garden then play with my iPad a bit, then sweep 4,908 times to de-mud the back door every time anyone walks in and leaves their shoes on and stomps up the stairs grinding it in. But I'm going to keep it to myself.
No formal plans this weekend, maybe I should find a girlfriend and get out for a bit, oh wait, my sty eye is still swollen and red and itchy and driving me crazy...never mind.
It's Mother's Day tomorrow, I just want a coffee and some quiet and maybe for them to clean off the porch. Wow, I'm easy. I hope husband doesn't spend money, I don't want anything really, just be nice to me for a whole day, say something pleasant or even more frightening, tell me I did something well. That's what it'll take to make my day. I bet husband dashes out later and buys a card for Banker to sign, he HATES that and always tells me that he just wants to be able to go and pick a card from him to me, I don't understand why husband won't take him out to do that... I might take him out later if it comes to that actually, there's nothing worse, when you're a kid, than not being able to get to a store or worse, having someone buy something for you to give.
I'm going to go stare at chickens until the day starts then try and duck and weave my way through to Monday.
/Tracy
It's the weekend. I hate weekends. Although lately, not much has been the source of great delight. I just let the girls out of their sleeping area, they jumped off their perch! and they were so very excited to see me. They jumped into my lap and ate the treaties I'd taken out for them. I am going to find something today to dump in there so they can scratch it out over the mud, I slipped while straddling their stupid ramp and half twisted my ankle again. I am not going to moan too heavily about it. I am also going to find one portion of the porch to de-mud, baby steps because the entire project is too daunting.
Banker has some academics to finish this weekend and we will finish moving his bedroom from one room to the other. He slept between husband and I last night. I woke to both their snoring faces ;) Normally Banker would have gone back to his room after some TV watching with me and/or husband would have wandered to the guestroom bed but he didn't for some reason. I'd like to formally thank the maker of the King Sized bed for last nights sleeping. Everyone had room.
So, I'm going to de-mud a small portion of my newly decorated then destroyed back garden then play with my iPad a bit, then sweep 4,908 times to de-mud the back door every time anyone walks in and leaves their shoes on and stomps up the stairs grinding it in. But I'm going to keep it to myself.
No formal plans this weekend, maybe I should find a girlfriend and get out for a bit, oh wait, my sty eye is still swollen and red and itchy and driving me crazy...never mind.
It's Mother's Day tomorrow, I just want a coffee and some quiet and maybe for them to clean off the porch. Wow, I'm easy. I hope husband doesn't spend money, I don't want anything really, just be nice to me for a whole day, say something pleasant or even more frightening, tell me I did something well. That's what it'll take to make my day. I bet husband dashes out later and buys a card for Banker to sign, he HATES that and always tells me that he just wants to be able to go and pick a card from him to me, I don't understand why husband won't take him out to do that... I might take him out later if it comes to that actually, there's nothing worse, when you're a kid, than not being able to get to a store or worse, having someone buy something for you to give.
I'm going to go stare at chickens until the day starts then try and duck and weave my way through to Monday.
/Tracy
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Day Eighty Eight and Eighty Nine (weekend)
Ahh, the weekend. Oh wait, weekends are no different than any other day except there's more people around.
I was a rock star mom yesterday, the Banker got to stay home with his new electronic toys while mum, friendC and I went to lunch at the lake then wander to a coffee shop for coffee and treats. Lovely, simply lovely. We came back to find him in the gazebo playing with the girls, fabulous! Way to not just stare at screens when we're gone, dear!! That counts in the 'good choice' column.
Speaking of good choices, I finally told Banker my master plan for moving him, his computer and system up stairs to the game room. There's a big old wooden teachers desk up there that I could comfortably add on to the side for him to have an "L" shape for both monitors and a flat spot to work. He was delighted! I also told him I'd had the plan for a year but that I kept moving the 'do it' date because of his bad choices online, his peaking and checking into Minecraft when he was supposed to be working. I think he was shocked it was on the table as a consideration, we'll see if the incentive of him knowing I'm thinking about it helps with some of his decisions at all.
I've been having a great time with my mum here. No fuss, no muss, just playing and eating! WOW, I've never been to so many restaurants in a row, some days TWO a day!! I would have preferred to cook but really, we can get things in local restaurants, like the deep fried, stuffed, avocado and the whole fried fish, that I just wouldn't make and she'd never get up North.
We were ridiculous last night, all sat on the porch with various electronic gadgets on our laps playing games with each other, remotely. It was very funny. Mum doesn't usually play with any of her toys, netbook/ipod touch etc., so we're hooking her into games, free texting plans and she is learning how to play with these silly things here so when she goes home she'll know how to use them. We are all addicted to Draw Something on iPads, and played until 9;30 last night... just.one.more.game. HAHA It was very fun. The Banker sat with her and helped, giving direction, instruction and assistance when needed. I liked the hanging around time, it was really nice.
Although it's all been fun, I am feeling some stress and can't figure out why. The visit is going great with my mom, Banker is fine and husband is the way he always is. My committee isn't settled. I don't know if it's work or school or life or what it is but it's here with me in the front of my head. I'm having a fun fun fun time but I feel distracted. I'm fighting it :) I also got up at 4:45 rather than try to roll over and go to back to sleep. It's going to feel a very long day.
The Banker, mum and I are heading to Marble Falls to a BBQ cook off today. Texas tourism at it's finest! Husband is going to finish the coop so the girls can move outside. I hope he just does a straight finish so they can get out there rather than some more involved stuff that will end up keeping them in their garage box longer than they need. I have small concerns the 'floor' space for them is much too small as well as the hole from their night box down the ramp, much too small for what they will become. I need to remember they aren't going to be in this thing 24/7 of course, that'd just be cruel. When he said they would have a second story, I sort of envisioned more than a crawl space. I won't be able to get under to clean/rake it at all. I just thought this thing would be a shed type that I could get into and out of. I'm not allowed to comment of course and it'll end up being fine so long as I can let them out of it. I will need to figure some system to release them to a garden space to peck about that's more open for them for a few hours a day, the coop, although beautiful, is on pure dirt (they need green/grass) and in full shade (good for cooling, bad for chicks who love, and certainly need, sunlight). I have a triangle garden at the back of the yard then a long area that runs against the fence that meets up with our sad little no sun no water garden. I'll fence along the rail road ties so they can walk around, get light and bugs and greenery. I don't want them to live in drudgery, dark and dirt, that's not a happy life. Of course they won't but it's all part of the fretting I'm doing about everything at the moment.
They are 5 weeks now and apparently sleeping through the night ?? in the dark and there's minimal chaos in their box in the am since I pulled food... they're just sleeping. The manager at the feed store and I had a long conversation about baby chickens and whether they need food and/or water in at night when they sleep. I agreed with his summary that they wouldn't perish without food for 10 hours, there's be significantly less waste without them picking and kicking and pooping in food all night and that so long as they had water, nothing horrible would happen to them before I could get them out in the morning. Well, they are sleeping and growing! WOW! My babies are becoming little ladies and I swear they grow during the day while you watch them! They start yelling loudly around 8 to go to bed and rush into the dog crate in the gazebo to be brought in and put to bed. Adorable. I think they know who I am, look for me and they certainly react to me when they see/hear me which, whether they really do or not, makes me happy. I get them up around 7, or whenever they start to move around and call me to start the day.
I've had my quiet coffee, my quiet 'net time and some solitude in my head this am so I'm hoping for a fabulous day with less fretting about unknown concerns. I'm going to go relax and enjoy the day with my mum and The Banker, getting to know each other, that's the most important, joyful and most excellent part.
/Tracy
I was a rock star mom yesterday, the Banker got to stay home with his new electronic toys while mum, friendC and I went to lunch at the lake then wander to a coffee shop for coffee and treats. Lovely, simply lovely. We came back to find him in the gazebo playing with the girls, fabulous! Way to not just stare at screens when we're gone, dear!! That counts in the 'good choice' column.
Speaking of good choices, I finally told Banker my master plan for moving him, his computer and system up stairs to the game room. There's a big old wooden teachers desk up there that I could comfortably add on to the side for him to have an "L" shape for both monitors and a flat spot to work. He was delighted! I also told him I'd had the plan for a year but that I kept moving the 'do it' date because of his bad choices online, his peaking and checking into Minecraft when he was supposed to be working. I think he was shocked it was on the table as a consideration, we'll see if the incentive of him knowing I'm thinking about it helps with some of his decisions at all.
I've been having a great time with my mum here. No fuss, no muss, just playing and eating! WOW, I've never been to so many restaurants in a row, some days TWO a day!! I would have preferred to cook but really, we can get things in local restaurants, like the deep fried, stuffed, avocado and the whole fried fish, that I just wouldn't make and she'd never get up North.
We were ridiculous last night, all sat on the porch with various electronic gadgets on our laps playing games with each other, remotely. It was very funny. Mum doesn't usually play with any of her toys, netbook/ipod touch etc., so we're hooking her into games, free texting plans and she is learning how to play with these silly things here so when she goes home she'll know how to use them. We are all addicted to Draw Something on iPads, and played until 9;30 last night... just.one.more.game. HAHA It was very fun. The Banker sat with her and helped, giving direction, instruction and assistance when needed. I liked the hanging around time, it was really nice.
Although it's all been fun, I am feeling some stress and can't figure out why. The visit is going great with my mom, Banker is fine and husband is the way he always is. My committee isn't settled. I don't know if it's work or school or life or what it is but it's here with me in the front of my head. I'm having a fun fun fun time but I feel distracted. I'm fighting it :) I also got up at 4:45 rather than try to roll over and go to back to sleep. It's going to feel a very long day.
The Banker, mum and I are heading to Marble Falls to a BBQ cook off today. Texas tourism at it's finest! Husband is going to finish the coop so the girls can move outside. I hope he just does a straight finish so they can get out there rather than some more involved stuff that will end up keeping them in their garage box longer than they need. I have small concerns the 'floor' space for them is much too small as well as the hole from their night box down the ramp, much too small for what they will become. I need to remember they aren't going to be in this thing 24/7 of course, that'd just be cruel. When he said they would have a second story, I sort of envisioned more than a crawl space. I won't be able to get under to clean/rake it at all. I just thought this thing would be a shed type that I could get into and out of. I'm not allowed to comment of course and it'll end up being fine so long as I can let them out of it. I will need to figure some system to release them to a garden space to peck about that's more open for them for a few hours a day, the coop, although beautiful, is on pure dirt (they need green/grass) and in full shade (good for cooling, bad for chicks who love, and certainly need, sunlight). I have a triangle garden at the back of the yard then a long area that runs against the fence that meets up with our sad little no sun no water garden. I'll fence along the rail road ties so they can walk around, get light and bugs and greenery. I don't want them to live in drudgery, dark and dirt, that's not a happy life. Of course they won't but it's all part of the fretting I'm doing about everything at the moment.
They are 5 weeks now and apparently sleeping through the night ?? in the dark and there's minimal chaos in their box in the am since I pulled food... they're just sleeping. The manager at the feed store and I had a long conversation about baby chickens and whether they need food and/or water in at night when they sleep. I agreed with his summary that they wouldn't perish without food for 10 hours, there's be significantly less waste without them picking and kicking and pooping in food all night and that so long as they had water, nothing horrible would happen to them before I could get them out in the morning. Well, they are sleeping and growing! WOW! My babies are becoming little ladies and I swear they grow during the day while you watch them! They start yelling loudly around 8 to go to bed and rush into the dog crate in the gazebo to be brought in and put to bed. Adorable. I think they know who I am, look for me and they certainly react to me when they see/hear me which, whether they really do or not, makes me happy. I get them up around 7, or whenever they start to move around and call me to start the day.
I've had my quiet coffee, my quiet 'net time and some solitude in my head this am so I'm hoping for a fabulous day with less fretting about unknown concerns. I'm going to go relax and enjoy the day with my mum and The Banker, getting to know each other, that's the most important, joyful and most excellent part.
/Tracy
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Day Sixty and Sixty One (weekend)
Happy Easter Weekend!
We are having an egg hunt on Sunday morning, also husband birthday, before we go to friendP's for Easter Dinner. I love being included in a holiday meal and it makes me/us feel like we have family here. Even husband's eye roll at me planning a weekend outting, ah, it feels just like family! It matters and it's a huge deal to me. Banker is really excited to go and be part of the celebration and feeling of family, husband is indifferent. Same old same old. He used to be excited about things and I wish I knew how to bring it back...an enthusiastic response to anything would be such a small thing but the payoff would be so very high with Banker...and with me. It's exhausting to be responded to so frequently with abject apathy. It sometimes feels like giving into a good laugh and having a conversation that didn't include constant, serious, correction is a weakness or something. I miss playing with him a lot of the time. But, I digress.
Ah, weekend. Easter Weekend, husband birthday weekend. No stress at all. We are going to buy chicks (maybe today) for the Banker as a surprise for Easter. I've wanted chickens for a very long time. I don't think we are allowed to have them in my neighborhood but I don't care. The HOA is after us for so many other things I say let's go all the way! Husband says he's in a fight with them, I don't care. In for a penny, in for a pound, we're doing it. I merely smile and nod and don't really care in the slightest.
Back to the (hopefully) imminent arrival of chicks! I have all the stuff to keep them alive, I hope, in the garage. The garage is historically warmer than my house, I'm an a/c junkie, so they should do better in there, in box, with a light and we'll hope Lola doesn't eat them immediately. My plan, hahahaha, is to introduce her to the chicks and let her see them every day, as often as possible and let her (hopefully) get used to them running about and the noises they make. I may be deluding myself but I'm going to give it try. If, however, I fail miserably, I do have a home lined up for any chick that lives. I am not prepared to play the dogs in dogs out chickens in chickens out game. Everyone plays nicely or they simply cannot stay. Easy.
No school today :) or "officially" this weekend, ALTHOUGH, I did assign the next English Literature book...with a crushing (to him) 2 week deadline to read and write me something about what he read, 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea. "BUT it's 385 pages!"
"Yes, my sweet, it is, you'd better read often and read long then hadn't you?"
"BUT I only have two weeks?"
"Yes, my sweet, here you go, on the calendar in RED!"
"BUT, I had 5 weeks to do the last book!"
"Yes, and you failed your due date miserably, obviously too long a time doesn't work for you, perhaps you need a little pressure in your life"
"Oh great, thanks mom, trying to kill me"
"Not yet, dear"
We have no field trip planned this week, he had better get it done or we'll have words and no one likes words.
So, in quick summary;
- I hope Boyo starts his book without comment from me this weekend.
- I seriously hope we find some chicks.
- I hope Lola doesn't kill them.
- I hope they don't die immediately.
- I hope husband smiles and has a free giggle.
I hope Banker finishes his book report so he and I can move on and have a happy weekend.- I am VERY pleased to report Banker did finish his book report yesterday.
- I hope I don't moan too much at him because he took advantage of my stupid foot issue and stayed online playing for hours past when I asked him to get offline, poor Banker, offline until I cool down.
- I hope I bought enough wine for this weekend.
/Tracy
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