time to breathe

I feel like I haven't stopped moving for the last month and a half. This weekend for example: Loki was dropped off at 830 so Christina could go to class, I left for work at 930, worked 'til 345, did some quick shopping for snacks for a wine party. Got home at 430 - cleaned the house frantically as well as cut up fruit and cheese. Wine tasting started at 7 went 'til 930 or so. Went to bed by 1030 after some quick cleanup. Got up at 8 on Sunday left the house at 840 to pick up Jeff to head up to Vancouver to load up Carters moving van, finished there around 1230. Then drove back to salem to unload. Dropped Jeff off at home in west Salem and got back home around 4.....Mitch washed the cars we both took showers and headed back north to have dinner at Christina's with Heidi and Bill who were in from AZ. Left there around 9, got home around 10, loaded the dishes and went to bed. Now I am up and getting ready to leave for a full day of work.....the fact that I had five minutes to spit that all out is amazing to me....I am so tired.

I love being married, I love being married....

One of those days where everything my dear husband does drives me crazy and all I want is for him to leave me alone. He apparently wanted to leave early for work this morning (we currently ride together to drop Miles off and then go to work)....but, he didn't tell me this. Instead he just became increasingly cranky as the morning went on and Miles and I did our usual of getting ready and all that. It doesn't help that Miles is incredibly two at this time and nothing makes him happy, he will literally try to change his mind up to 12 times each day for each decision that must be made. What pants? What shirt? What shoes? It goes on and on. As I have been the one that has primarily gotten Miles up each morning and off to daycare while I was unemployed dear husband is highly unused to how the mornings go. I am sorry but you just can't rush a two-year-old all you will get is resistance in a major way. So dear husband did not deal well with this today and took it as a good excuse to justify his usual unjustified daily morning grump. I love him, that is true, and I should really not be sitting here complaining about him but it helps me to purge this desire to lock him in a closet and leave him there for a few days. Doesn't help that tonight he is going to go play poker with his brothers leaving me with sole boy duty all night and tomorrow morning, but he is also leaving this weekend for Bend with another friend, his "man-cation" as he calls it. All I want to know is, When do I get to leave him home with Miles while I go stay in a hotel with a friend with the only plan being to eat a ton of good food and drink way too much? Where is my mini-vacation that doesn't involve spouses and toddlers?

I should really stop bitching now.......almost time for work anyway.

Day two

Yesterday I was in Portland for my first day at with the bank. It was really more of an orientation then a training, I was anxious to just get started. Thats today. I am sitting here killing time until I need to go to work. I know today will be one of those days where I come home and my brain is so full I can hardly function. I am looking forward to that.

What I am really waiting for is that moment where I actually get excited about something, that I really and truly care about what is happening. Hasn't happened yet.