Last Week

3.10.09

Kevin counted to ten all by himself.

3.16.09

I tried skateboarding for the first time.  I didn’t suck at it.  Boyfriend taught me how to get on a skateboard, turn on it, and go down an incline on it.  

Kevin tried skateboarding for the first time, too.  He got very excited about it and wants to buy a skateboard.  He fell asleep that night in the car in about 10 seconds after the skateboard excitement.  

I bought the most beautiful skirt at the thrift store that fits like a dream.  It cost me a dollar, is made of light wool and elastine of a greyish green color and requires dry cleaning.  The skirt has crocheted lace at the bottom of it.  I will need shoes with a heel to go with it in burgundy.  And a pretty bag.  And pretty underwear.  Yes, the skirt (and I) deserve all of that.  I will wear a pink, cashmere-like sweater that reminds me of the color of a cat’s tongue.  Until I have the right shoes, I will wear my pointy-toed, kitten-heeled navy blue shoes with my almond-brown, leather purse that accompanies me almost everywhere and my deep-cut, pine-green, silk shirt.  Hold on.  I just remembered that I have some burgundy flats that would go GREAT with this entire outfit.  FAB-U-LOUS!

3.18.09

Guitar Teacher gave me all three of the Fiona Apple CDs.  I have not listened to anything else in my car for the last 3 days.  And I have LOVED it.

3.19.09

I realized that I have achieved a personal goal of mine.  Sometime after all the shit that went down with Ex-Husband last August after my birthday, and the light came on all the way in my head, I made a goal to divorce my husband before my next birthday.  Goal accomplished.  I called my mom to tell her.

3.20.09

My male roommate and his daughter have gone to another state for two-and-a-half days.  I have felt freer than usual.  I got up this morning, made coffee, yes, coffee, sat and enjoyed it while Little Guy at his breakfast.  Then I swept and mopped the floors and talked to Girlfriend as she cleaned other parts of the house.  All of this before work!  No tiptoeing.  Whatever I want to do whenever I want to do it for one more day.  

I was supposed to go out tonight with my boyfriend to see a band.  I forgot to arrange a sleepover for Little Guy so that I could do this.  Last time I talked to my boyfriend about it, he said it didn’t matter so much whether or not I went with him tonight.  Then, I made plans to go for a walk with a friend in the morning, so I have to get a good night’s sleep.  In spirit of taking advantage of having the house to just myself, Little Guy and Girlfriend, I wanted to stay home.  I’m going to see that same band in a week with him.

I called Ex-Husband tonight, too to see what the plan was for parenting time tomorrow, secretly hoping he would say he could take him tonight.  (I really need a break on Friday nights.)  Mostly I gathered that he is a disrespectful, rude, snotty jerk who keeps assuming that I read minds which I don’t.  Seeing Boyfriend will have to wait until late tomorrow night, as usual, when we get done with our respective jobs.  Actually, I’m off tomorrow night, but I won’t have Little Guy.  I look forward to time by myself.  Maybe I’ll finish cleaning it.  I have bags and bags of paperwork to get through and loads of laundry to do.

Not looking forward to the return of male roommate.  Oh well.  Maybe I’ll drive over to Boyfriend’s work and have a drink while I wait for him.  It’s his turn to drive.

I housesit for a month starting on March 31.  I hope I miss Male Roommate by the end of April.  I think he’ll miss me.   I wonder if it matters if we miss each other?  On a human level, I would like to think that it does. 

3.20.09

I will housesit for Boyfriend next month.  I told him I would do it as long as he didn’t ask me to stay living there when he got back.  That was last week.  He took it personally.  

“You don’t want to live with me, huh?” he said as he looked out the passenger-side car window.

“It’s not that I don’t want to live with you, per se.  It’s that I don’t want to live with a significant other for a long time from now.,”  I told him.

I thought he understood, until Wednesday night when it came up again.  He thinks it’s a good idea.  I don’t.  My internal brakes reacted.  ‘Is he crazy?’ I thought.  ‘Yeah, crazy about me,’  I answered.  ‘Hold on.  I answered myself.  Am I crazy?’ I wondered.  I decided not……..yet.

If we are still seeing each other a year from now, I will reconsider co-habitating.  

3.20.09

Yes, I have a boyfriend.  We have a lot of fun together and make each other smile and play Scrabble weekly.  He’s a fantastic, professional sous chef and people person, and he doesn’t snore.  Praise the stars!

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3 Responses to Last Week

  1. lynnblossom says:

    Hi Sweetheart – I can’t wait to see you.

    Looks like you and I both went on a blog binge. It was fun, wasn’t it.

    Loves,

  2. Cele says:

    To me I see a young woman who has grown with the experience of a past relationship. Far too often we jump into the next and land in the place we just left.

  3. jenniphur says:

    True that, Cele! That’s why I won’t make any decisions like that yet.

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