i woke up this morning with my son bounding into bed and giving a big kiss. he’d spent the night over at “x’s” house last night and he was talking away but i could not hear a word he said.
i have an ear problem that caused me to wake up deaf. if i get too much allergy related items in my head and ears, my ears just up and quit. i hate my ears for this. (i know hate is a strong word, but trust me i hate these ears of mine for being so small. they are actually smaller on the inside then my SIX YEAR OLD SON.)
it’s spring break week for the kids here so the kids are out of school which is why he had a sleepover last night. there have been sleepovers for three nights in a row. friday, his (x) house. saturday, our house. sunday his house. they are like brothers.
i spent most of sunday working outside, building yet another project. by “most of sunday” i mean like 6 hours of manual labor. two truckloads from home depot, while the husband lazed away here with the children.
i am strong like bull and evidently i have lots of stamina.
the reason i might kill my husband is that he had a magazine selling person that came to our door and he got hooked in for three magazines. if he had not asked for help, he would have written a check for $168.00 dollars for three magazines. he came inside and asked if i could assist him with this “inner city” woman on our front steps.
you must know that my husband is very, very white. and by white i mean he cannot dance, nor can he differentiate scam people from regular people. his heart is good, but his instincts about people, not so much. this is why he hired me, to be his “guard dog”.
it is unfortunate that i can no longer do this, due to needing to keep my own sanity.
the woman left with only one subscription from us for $56.00, the main reason being is that my husband must learn these lessons for himself if he is to learn them at all. his crime is that he is super white and has a big heart, and he cannot say no to women.
(i must tell you that right after we moved in together, i had to go to a car dealership to see about trading in my lease or buying it. the now-husband went with me, and actually asked me in front of the sales guy “how much money do you need, i can give it to you.”)
i will say, if a telemarketer calls our home, he can shut those people down within seconds. it’s almost like he turns into a whole other person.
i am fully aware that his “niceness” is just a front for all that repressed anger he carries around.
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