A Struggle To Make it to the End of the Week

This week seemed particularity long me. I always look forward to Thursday night, no lunch to pack and no uniform to lay out. Plus, well, TGIF right? Who doesn't like Friday. Well, maybe people who work the weekend shift but since I'm not one of them, I do love a good end of the week.

I had to get up at the ass crack of dawn today to take Braden to school and be in charge of Valentine's day cookie decorating for his class. Just me, alone with 20 6-7 year olds and red white and pink icing. I foolishly bought princess sprinkles for the girls and their cookies but was promptly put in my sexist place because apparently the girls in Braden's class do NOT like Princesses. In fact, they hate them. Who could have imagined. But with all things being equal and girls rule and boys drool, I should have known.
But I was also told that I was THE BEST!!! EVER!!! because I brought SUGAR!!! and allowed them to eat as many cookies as they wanted. If there ever was a case study in sugar and a 7 year old's reaction to it, ie: twirling around, eyes rolling in back of their heads, chattering very loudly and quickly about how you are THE BEST!!! EVER!!!, this was it. I've never seen otherwise subdued and proper little girls go wild so fast. But mostly, I enjoyed being the best, ever, and being a great Momma in Braden's eyes for coming to school and making him my cookie helper. And if only I could trade those cookie kudos for some sleep, well, that'd be just awesome. If only I could barter cookie decorating time for staying in your own bed young man time. Last night at 2:30, he climbed in our bed and I was never able to get back to sleep. Today, I've resorted to propping my eyes open with toothpicks to drive.

I'm a little at odds with Larry today. This marriage thing is hard. And when two spoiled only children butt heads, no one ever wins. I want certain things and he thinks my certain things are not important enough to give them to me. I equate meeting my needs with validation. If you do "X" for me then you must love and respect me. If you ignore my needs or my request for you to do "Z" then you must not think I'm very worthy. I'm sure this can all be hearkened back to some fucked up thing that happened to me as a child which I have blocked from my memory so for now, I just know that I just want what I want when I want it.
With tomorrow being Valentines day and our anniversary being Tuesday I sure hope he sees things my way things get resolved peacefully or it'll be a pretty loveless holiday. Things usually do have a way of resolving themselves with Larry and I somehow, and I will forgive and forget as long as he doesn't give me one of those tacky and completely and utterly ridiculous Vermont Teddy Bears for V day. Seriously? I will puke. Who does that anyway? A giant stuffed animal? Where would one put such a thing? In the storage shed? I can't imagine. I once knew a gal who's husband gave her a bottle of vitamins for Christmas so in comparison, I guess there are some wives who would be touched at such a sentiment. Not this girl, though.
But I DO wish each and every one (and I do mean one because most of my readers have given up on me by now) of you a love filled Valentine's day. I filled pink gift bags with thoughtful and useful items for my boys and bought Larry a closet full of new clothes since he's still wearing clothes that fit him 140 pounds ago. He was starting to look like he was wearing his Grandpa's, two sizes too big shirts and pants. I love dressing a man and I had fun picking out some really nice things for him. I hope he knows that I lovingly and thoughtfully picked out each item with care and that I think he's just about the most handsome man I know and that he never fails to make my heart skip a beat.

And not that I am counting or anything but I'm on day 9 0f NO SMOKING!!!!!!!!!! It sucks balls and I'm using tootsie pop sticks as fake cigarettes but I'm still not smoking.
Happy Friday!