Monday Part Deux

This is really cute.

No????

Sorry I had to.
I needed to share the cuteness.

Anyway.
So Monday is about half over.
I have to pick up Emry after work, but then, I think we're going to do dinner, bath and bed... Well, at least that is one my agenda.
I am very tired today.
And, I may be getting sick.

You ever get that feeling in your nose, like you've been crying, but you haven't.
I'm sorry if that sounds weird, or vague. It's like a nose, wet tickle... but, if I blow my nose, nothing is produced.
Sounds like the starts of a sinus infection.
Plus, my ears are all clogged.
Super.. I just love getting sick.

**Sighs**

Anyway, Klayvn took Emry into school today. He says that he wanted to give me a little break. And, these micro-breaks, do help a great deal. I was able to take my time getting out of the house. I was able to slow down.... a little bit.... honestly, I was able to slow down, as much as I can.

Saturday, the day of my poetry attempt, was an overwhelming day.
I felt like I was drowning.
I felt lost.
After the hospital, and putting away money for bills, my ending total, was drastically less than I am used to seeing in my checking account.
I lost it.
I just got the money back from the state, and half of it is for vacation. There is no if, ands, or buts about it.
But, the rest of it, is now, going to be to bring my ending balance back up to a normal number.
Easy come, Easy go... I guess.

As rational as I sound now, I wasn't on Saturday.
I got anxious, weepy, and pissy.
I must have went up to my room and laid down at least 3 times.
Just to think, breathe, and not FREAK OUT.


The only thing keeping me above water, was the sheer amusement that Klay was going to attempt to make me dinner again.
Which, was very romantic. He got a table cloth, place mats, candles. . . and dinner was good.

He made veal and rice in a white wine cream sauce, with cheesy potatoes.
The second it was in front of me he started to doubt it.
The veal is overcooked.
The rice is crunchy
The potatoes are good but it doesn't go with the meal.

**smiles**
The veal wasn't overcooked... it was a little well-done. But, very tasty.
The rice was crunchy, but the amazing cream sauce hydrated it some how.
The potatoes didn't go. But, were sinfully delicious.

Then came dessert.
Which he did not doubt.

He made.
BY HIMSELF.

Blackberry sorbet.

And served it like Better Homes and Gardens was going to use it as cover art.

It was really tasty.

We had our evening, and somehow, it made Sunday easier.
Somehow it made today bearable as well.

It's hard being a full-time mom, and worker.
It's hard keeping all the balls in the air...all the time.

Every once in a while, I guess, we all have to fall apart.
What makes the difference, what makes you know it's okay, is how quickly you can pick up the pieces.
How quickly you can get back on track.

And, I can't say I didn't see my temporary shut down coming.
I was freaking out early last week anyway.
Over Emry's tantrum.
Over the heat.
Over everything.
So... I suppose it had to come to a head sooner or later.

I am still not at 100%, I am still feeling manic-y.
But, I'm still here at work. I still woke up and dragged my bum out of bed.
So, all in all... I count this as a productive day!

-------DIFFERENT TOPIC ALERT-------------------

I got a text message Sunday afternoon.
From one of my exes childhood friends.
Now, I knew that when Nick and I called it quits, not to really keep the numbers of his friends.
They were always his friends, and I feel much better cutting ties with people who care more about themselves than others.
Yes, you should always be your #1, but, never on top of your ability to help others.
AND NEVER USE AN INANIMATE OBJECT AS A REASON WHY YOU CAN'T HELP OTHERS.

I <3 cars.
I truly am I car girl at heart.

However, when a four-wheel piece of machinery takes more precedence over your family and friends... THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU.

Anyway.. So I got a text from his buddy Rich.
Who was a sweet guy, over-romantic, doesn't watch before he leaps type of guy....
Asks me out.

*shakes head*

No.
Nuh-uh.
NFW.

I didn't reply that, I just simply stated I had something good going for me, and even if I didn't, I would never date one of Nicks' friends. It would just hit too close to home.

When that doesn't work out for you. Keep me in mind.

Was the response I got.

My response: I don't anticipate things with [Klay] not working out. But, have a nice day.


Rude response? Yes.
But, my polite no thank you shouldn't have sparked his response either.

And, honestly.... I'm not in High School... and I was never one of those, I'm done with your friend so I wanna date you. I don't knock it though, I know many a girl who got together with their exes friends, and are happily married. You never know when love will find you or who it finds you with.

However, in this situation...I do not want custody, or a relationship with/of my ex-husbands friends.

I like what I have now.
I like that there are more important things in the world than a car engine...

I like being self-sufficient.
I like not trying to make sure that I'm being lied to, or being the butt of some asinine scheme.

I said EWWW really loud after that round of texting... and proceeded to wash my hands, and brush my teeth.
The idea of it made me feel dirty.


YUCK.

Seriously.

Moving on.

Well, not moving on... I have nothing else to share.
With my extra time today, I am going to map out a weekly breakdown, of how I want my posts to proceed... less first-person diary.. more purposeful.

It's my goal
What do you all think?