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As I have been cleaning, the children have been right behind me un-cleaning.

Mr. Wench has been no help at all. And after a long day of cleaning, I did not feel like cooking. I was more than content to throw a pizza in the oven and have done with it, but noooo. Mr. Wench wants a home cooked meal. I attempt to start making spaghetti sauce for spaghetti, and he says he’s tired of spaghetti, that I make it all the time….except, I don’t. Why? Continue Reading »

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So today was is a big cleaning day for me. I have been wiping down the walls, the baseboards, I moved the couch to vaccum, vaccumed out the vents and removed the vent covers and washed them.

I asked Mr. Wench for one thing…one thing, the only thing I have asked him to do today…keep Devon and Nadine out of my hair. What is Mr. Wench doing? Sitting on the computer watching videos and looking at guitars. What are the children doing? Exactly the opposite of what I asked them to do. I asked them to pick up their toys and play in their rooms, and to stay out of my filthy whore of a kitchen. They are currently sitting at the kitchen table, coloring and playing games. My floor is yucky. I want to clean it. This involves chemicals. God knows all the dust I’ve already stirred up is wrecking havoc on my allergies…I wanted my children to not have to deal with that. Continue Reading »

Mr. Wench and I came home tonight to find a holly cutting had mysteriously appeared on our doorstep. It had to have been placed there, as the wind direction and the layout of our home and carport would not have allowed for the holly to just randomly ramble on in.

My inner Wiccan, long dormant but always on the lookout, squeed in delight. Holly is a sacred tree, and denotes, among other things, protection, material gain, luck, strength, and symbolizes good will and everlasting life. It is bad luck to cut down a rooted holly bush/tree. Continue Reading »

Where I come from, the men do NOT act like this. The men where I grew up are, for the most part, not this chauvinistic.

It’s 11:30 on Saturday¬†and I am relaxing, writing on my novel…you know, the one I always swear I’m going to finish one of these days…and this little gem of a conversation happens:
Him: What are you typing?
Me: Just a story…
Him: About what?
Me: You’d just laugh if I told you…
Him: What?
Me: It’s just a little story about a fairy…
Him: What about everything you said you wanted to do this weekend? Continue Reading »

Okay, so Harry Potter had a Cloak of Invisibility.

I want a cloak of visibility.

Mr. Wench and I have been having some issues since the passing of his step-dad. And understandably so.¬† They say that when a couple goes through any upheaval or major change, good or bad, there is bound to be some friction and adjustment issues. It’s very common for couples who are grieving together to lash out at each other. And no, I don’t know who *they* are. But I read that they say it a lot and that it’s perfectly normal. But lately I’ve been feeling invisible. Continue Reading »

I am fairly certain that for some reason, my 5 year old has it out for me. Today, I dressed her in a cute outfit, gave her her medicine, and shipped her off to school. I waved and blew kisses. And then I went to work to start my Monday.

I get home, and my fiance comes home from his mom’s with our children. He proceeds to tell me “You sent Devon to school with holes in her pants. My mom sent home an outfit so she actually looks nice tomorrow.” Continue Reading »