lazy ass shane

It's funny how accomplishing something small can make you feel so darn happy. The standards i set for myself are pretty low now. Today! I washed and made all six beds in the house. All in the same day. Amazing. Normally the cycle of laundry never really finishes as i always end up going to bed with a load still in the wash and another in the dryer.

Really, my life is taken over with un-bloggingly boring school stuff.

Back to my point. The thing that pisses me off the most in my life as a mother right now is the incredible lack of respect. Not by the world in general because that is always there and there is shit all i can do about that. I'm pissed off at shane. When i am sick or depressed or just in a rut - there is no relief (other than hours of sesame street) - i just soldier on. Do what i have to do.

My husband, and i assume others, feels entitled to wallow in whatever despair hits him. Screw everyone else he is bummed out and needs to ignore the rest of us. I know, i should stand up for myself. I've tried that. You know who suffers? The kids. They get the grumpy-ass, impatient, yelling dad. I won't do that.

So, an essay in photos of what he did today:

At 3:00 he came home, proclaimed himself depressed and flaked out on the couch.

So, I made all the beds:

Note the ELMO bed that santa brought parker. Everybody but parker sleeps in that bed.

Then i raced around playing with the kids, feeding the chickens - the usual. And began making dinner:

In between i played on the computer a bit:

While i did that he snuck off the couch and ate the first piece of the lemon cake i made for dessert which resulted in lots of "hey! who ate the cake. Can I have some?" And many tears.

I went back to dinner and setting the table. While i did this parker followed me around begging me to play with him and made these messes:

Eventually, i turned the TV on so that i could get dinner on the table:

I hate the shows that tristan picks. But, she is an eight year old with remote control savvy.

Eventually he got up to eat with us. After which he promptly warmed his spot on the sofa back up. I got the kids ready for bed. Why do they make such a mess with toothpaste?

At some point i screamed downstairs "SHANE GET YOUR ASS UP HERE AND GET THE KIDS TO BED!" I put parker down, had a little snooze myself and ended my day looking a little weary.

And with that. Goodnight.

xxoo