Because of my work schedule I often work weekends which means my days off usually fall on weekdays (either Thursday/Friday or Monday/Tuesday) and since the husband suffers from a 9-5 office job I find myself at home alone on my days off. These are the days I get to play housewife and I actually kind of like it. Granted the first few months of this schedule I spent my days asleep, reading or immobile on the couch recovering but now that I've gotten a little more used to the schedule I find I have lots of energy and instead of being bored I clean. It is nice to have a clean house. A dust and cat hair free house (at least for a couple of hours). I get a certain amount of pleasure out of a freshly dusted and wood polished dining room table (which hasn't been cleared off in about three months). And I like making a shopping list and going to the grocery store in the middle of the afternoon.
Last Friday we made chicken pot pie. If I hadn't been able to go through all my cookbooks during the day and come to this decision we probaly wouldn't have made such deliciousness. We tend to wait until right before its dinner time to pick a recipe and go shopping and since this was a fairly involved recipe with lots of ingredients we probably would have passed it over. Instead we got to enjpoy individual pies full of potatoes and chicken and peas and green beans with a flaky and fantastic fillo dough crust.
Oh and I pretty much hate my job so the idea of being a housewife and not working has a definite appeal. This week for example I was reduced to tears by a coworker. A domineering bossy bitchy coworker who treats me like a complete idiot who doesn't know how to do their job. Oh and she doesn't even outrank me at all. Her rudness and her bossiness had been building a lot of resentment in me until finally I snapped over something really stupid, told the GM about it and then went into the bathroom and cried for five minutes before coming back and having to deal with customers while I was still trying to fight back tears. While I was doing this I could hear her yelling at my GM about how I was always whining and crying to him about something (which is lie since I have previously only cried at work twice before, once because she snapped at me because she thought I was being rude to her (which I wasn't) and once because the baker told me I had gotten to work too early and he wasn't going to let me in anymore even though he doesn't have the authority to tell me when I can and cannot get to work). I wanted to go back there and smack her. But I didn't. Anyway, my GM is awesome and probaly effectively told her she was being a bitch and to back off. So problem solved. Except I still have to deal with psychotic bitch queen three to four times a week at 4:30 in the morning when I'm barely awake and haven't gotten any sleep. /end rant
Other things going on:
- I started taking a spinning class at the gym. Is it normal for your crotch to hurt that much after only an hour on a bike?
- We bough Mario Kart for the Wii and its awesome
- We won a Playstation 3 in a drawing that we don't even remember entering
- I have a new musical obsession: Ludo. Seriously, check out their album You're Awful, I Love You it is truly fantastic.
