Platitude Paradise

I need to complain. I know the consensus around here is that Hubs is good people, but even good people need a smack up the side of the head now and then.  I need to be petty and snarky and the type of woman that carries her handy list of infractions around in her back pocket for just such an occasion. I need to do it here so I don't do it out loud.  I hate that woman. I don't want to be her in the world. I want to be the kind of partner that is level headed and calm and patient ... and can talk it through and resolve the bad feelings. Problem being, of course, is that I'm not typically any of those things. It's about this whole pink job vs. blue job disparity.  I'm not gonna lie here, people ... I am a good wife and partner.  I know I just flipped my lid for the past few years, but in that time I still maintained a house, raised our children almost entirely alone and  I was never not contributing financially. Even when off work, I

My newly fifteen year old decided to cut off her long blonde hair in favour of a 'faux hawk' type style. She has the sides of her head buzzed right off and everything! I have to say, it is really cute.  It's happening ... she's maturing into a young woman. Developing her own 'style'. It would seem said style is that of a hipster. A style of which, I am truly not a fan ... alas, she is entitled to her own opinion in this case. It really doesn't matter what I think. But, it is actually nice to see her taking an interest in her appearance ... not that I want to see her obsessing about it, but she has had ZERO interest up to now. It is a positive, but it sends hot little tendrils of fear through my lymphatic system.  So, my increasingly mature Stretch found herself in a conundrum last week. She had been invited to a sleep-over that included a trip to the pool, but she was on her period. I gave her a few options ... I could take her up aft

...where you can always scratch whatever itches. True story. So ... I haven't posted anything for quite some time. There was a little writing, but most was 'un-postworthy'. I've just skimmed through a few pieces and I think they shall remain unpublished.  I have been busy doing Herculean work... and I am feeling better than I have in years ! I have returned to the land of the gainfully employed! So far, it is a complete departure from anything I've done before. So far, it is a dream come true. So far... The time has finally arrived for me ... for us ... to move forward. Lawd! It has been a long time coming, but it is here at last!  I greeted 2018 with what I can only describe as ... hope. Real, optimistic hope ... for the coming 12 months.  My mood on New Year's Eve was weird ... in fact, the whole season was strange this year. I was without my normal 'manic' energy. I liken it to a phantom limb... boy did I miss it l