Today is not supposed to be this way.
My Dear Nathan was not supposed to still be working out of town but he is. Then he told me that he would be home on Thursdays for the next few weeks. GREAT!!! An extra day each weekend to be together. If only it worked out that way. Last week he didn't get home until 11:00 p.m. This week he isn't coming home Thursday at all. Some time tomorrow.....some time.
Tonight is kick off of this year's NFL season. NFL is my thing. I start counting down the days to the new season right after the Super Bowl. He was supposed to be home to watch with me. He was supposed to be home so that I could enjoy this night with a few beverages and not have to worry about driving Camryn to school tomorrow.
He was supposed to be home tonight because tomorrow is his birthday. I wanted to make him his favorite meal, which is an all day affair. I can't do that with no help to corral our little hellion. Not to mention all the other shit I have to deal with in this house right now.
To touch on the house situation.....uggggg....I am not real pleased with that either. In all my life I never have had to deal with what I have in the last 6 weeks. First, my daughter came home from a trip with lice. Only she didn't say anything and managed to spread it to just about everyone else in the house. Super awesome!! I have been washing laundry like fucking mad. I have been going through garbage bags like the crew on Hoarders and commercial lice treatments....well they are about as effective as wearing bikini in winter to keep you warm. I have picked lice and nits out of hair for 8 hours straight and many more after that.
I finally have the lice under control and discover not 2 days ago.......mice. Super duper awesome. I know that we have mice in our yard and garage and now the little fuckers have found their way into my house. My cats are useless. They are part of the catch and release program. Being that they catch them in the basement and release them in my kitchen!!
I have been cleaning out under my stairs, behind my huge ass appliances and where ever else I can think of in my basement. All while having to come back upstairs every few minutes to make sure that my son is not climbing on my tables, strangling my kitten, eating my plants, licking our shoes, hiding my remotes, banging on my computer, sticking things in electrical outlets (because he can pull the covers off and pulls out everything plugged in), coloring on our walls, chewing on Polly Pockets or crushing Roo.
Last night at 1:00 a.m. I was moving all our pantry food from cardboard to Tupperware, pulling out my fridge to see where they are coming from behind there, doing internet research on how to make DIY traps that don't spray mouse blood and guts everywhere, trying to see if I can figure out how they are getting in the house, getting rid of every crumb in every nook and cranny in my kitchen and willing myself to not drown all my sorrows in a big, ole bottle of Grey Goose.
I am not sure how I would cope with this right now if it weren't for the fact that in 12 days I get to go on vacation. That is keeping me sane right now. Not even My Dear Nathan can make me feel better right now because I am so pissed at him for not being able to say no to anybody but his family. If he could, he would be home tonight.