One, Two, Three… Wha..?

Day 2 no kids.  Yesterday, while my husband was at work, I tried to take advantage of the time I had alone by starting to work on my lesson plans for the fall.

WRONG-O

My wonderfully adept computer decided to tard out on me… meaning, it froze, locked up, crashed, and hummed the tune of “Whistle While You Work.”  Needless to say, it was not a very eventful day.

Last night, however, we had plans to go out with a couple that we’ve known for YEAAAAAAAAAAARS.  We don’t get to go out very often (more like never) together with other adults WITHOUT our children in tow, so it felt naughty to be able to go out and no worry about kids (our’s not their’s).

By the time we got home, it was 1am and we were dragging.  Yes, I know, we’re light-weights.  At home, we can veg in front of the television until midnight before dragging ourselves up to bed, but when we went out… it felt later and we were more tired.

Tonight, since we STILL have no kids (two come back tomorrow and the third back on Wed.), we’re going out to eat (inexpensively) and then listen to my friend’s bil’s band play at a pub/bar on a lake.  That should be fun.  Then, back to the world of parenting tomorrow as we have to drive down to South Jersey to retrieve them from my inlaws’ house.

I miss my kids.  I guess I miss yelling at them… since ALL I’ve been doing SINCE school let out is, “GO WALK THE DOG,” “CLEAN UP YOUR ROOM,” “GO OUTSIDE AND PLAY OR SOMETHING.”  They’ve been lazy, complainers since school let out and the oldest has had the audacity to mouth off to me, hence the yelling.

But, currently, the oldest is with SD’s family in the Caribbean (lucky shit) while my other two are at the shore with their grandparents. 

The past few days, we’ve tried to find a place (within 6 hours) to take the kids in August for vacation. We waited THIS long to make arrangements because WE HAVEN’T GOTTEN OUR GOV’T STIMULUS CHECK YET (and according to the IRS website, we’re not due to get it until Mid-to-Late-July).  So, we’re going to fotz around with our money, moving it from here and there, to afford to go away.

Initially, I wanted to go to the Cape (i.e. Cape Cod, MA), but apparently NONE of the rentals have AIR CONDITIONING.  I don’t GIVE a shit about how the ocean breezes will refresh us.  I want AIR CONDITIONING.  I’m not paying to sweat my ass off in a tiny (600 sq foot) cottage for a week WITHOUT a/c… and table or ceiling fans WILL NOT suffice.

I think we’re going to do a mini-trip to Hershey Park or the Jersey shore this year.  That’s what we get for procrastinating, I guess…

Anyway, I haven’t quit exercising (even though I haven’t lost a SINGLE POUND)… yesterday morning, I did 60-minutes of Yoga (thank you FIT Tv) and 30 minutes of stretching.  All exercising does is make me hyper.  Being home without kids does make me want to eat because I’m bored. NONE of my friends (kids or without kids) wanted to hang out, or COULD hang out, except for the couple we went out with last night (and tonight)… because of doctor’s appts or something else.

Bummer…

I wanted to find a place where I can get a decent hair cut (I’m NO LONGER going to the “salon” in town, owned by someone I went to h.s. with) because, as the owner cuts my hair, she does a shitty job (but thinks it’s spectacular).  After watching Shear Genius the other day, it makes me want to contact BRAVO to see if so-and-so can come to my house and cut my hair, possibly coloring it (as I found THREE gray hairs when straightening my hair the other day)…

I wish I had thick, straight hair.  I’d even settle for curly hair.  My hair is fine… (but thanks to thickening products, doesn’t LOOK fine)… soft and wavy. In the summer, it gets freakish curly and in the winter, straight.  I can’t do both. It drives me batty.  And straightening it with a straightener isn’t a solution because when humidity hits, it doesn’t MATTER if its been heat-straightened with a ceramic straightener… my hair starts to get flippy and whacky and by the end of the night, I have it tied up in a mini-bun thing just so I don’t have to deal with it.

Oh the humanity (or INhumanity) of it all…

I guess I need to quit bitching about $50 haircuts and just GO BACK to the salon I used to goto (gay men cut FABOO hair!) and just bite the bullet.

…if only the receptionist wasn’t such a nub… a snobby nub at that.

Anyway, I didn’t want you to think I fell off the face of the earth (BoXx… I got your message, I hope you got mine).  I’ll post more in a day or two.  Love ya all!

-Herstory07