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Blessed to have a stay-at-home mom
You hated that our mother didn’t work and told her repeatedly that you were ashamed of her. Really, you were just upset that you couldn’t get away with all the same shit your friends did. Also, you make NO money at MK but I honestly can’t tell if you realize this or not.Â
Dubai in 3-drinks or more
Well here we go with my update of the week.  I shouldn’t make fun since once a week is better than I’ve been able to maintain in over two years. I always have aspirations of updating this as quickly as life actually happens. I think that if I did it often enough it wouldn’t feel so daunting to catch up with everything I missed in one post.  Ultimately, I’ve given this site to nobody so if you are reading this you’re probably not very good at using search engines. Sorry about that.
So the big news is that I somehow talked my way into a trip to see the Tour of Dubai with a girl I hardly know. F1 Friday was the end of a horrific week and I wanted to feel a little crazy. The plan was to have drinks with a few friends but the ones I knew well bailed and I was left with Kim. I don’t know Kim well but I really like her so it was fun to hang out. Really long story short, 3-drinks (and many “we should totally do that!â€â€™s) later we decided we were going to Dubai to see the brand new tour of Dubai. It’s one of those things where you wake up in the morning and think “there’s no way she was serious.†Two days later, I got a text asking for details. It really looks like we may be doing this and it’s a little crazy.
Now, it’s not that I don’t want to go. I’ve been thinking about this trip for a long time. I also know my life needs a little crazy in it but I tend to do much better when my crazy is spontaneous and not planned 3-months in advance.  Also, I’m not the best with people and I’m more than a little nervous that Kim and I might grate on each other mid-trip.
We’ll see where this leads, if anywhere. For all I know this will be the only time this is ever mentioned in this whole blog (though I doubt it)
Baby Astrid
I really thought that the birth of this baby would completely relive me of my stress (assuming everything went well). I completely forgot about the anger. As I assumed, my sister gave birth at home again; against all medical advice. Thank the Lord, Jesus, Mohammed, Allah, Buddha, Shiva, whatever that the baby is ok. My sister sees this as a huge confirmation that the first birth wasn’t her fault. I find that as illogical as a drunk driver killing their best friend then driving drunk over and over again to prove it was a fluke. I never asked her outright so I wouldn’t put her in the awkward situation of having to lie to me; and me in the awkward situation of having to act like I believe her. My mom did ask and was thoroughly lied to. The damage there may be worse.
I’m so angry at her I can taste it in my throat.It consumes me right now. Our relationship has been altered in a way that may not be repairable. I couldn’t tell you why it bothers me so much. It’s her life and I have no control over it and no responsibility towards it. Except that I do… I mean in my mind, this mindset is everything that is wrong with our country and our society. We rely too much on lawyers and politicians to tell us what’s right and wrong, acceptable and unacceptable, instead of what’s illegal. Her behavior should be unacceptable to her community and we owe those children to say something. It IS our responsibility.
I feel like a coward for not speaking up for them. It’s so easy to preach our responsibilities from the sideline but it’s so much harder to step up and lead by example. Bless you Astrid, you may be a small miracle.
Baby Astrid
A sad state of … the floors?
I had been having the housekeeper I hired last month come every two weeks. The plan had been every three weeks but somebody’s dog is a bit of a shedder. You would think my dog was the culprit because it outweighs the other one by about 11:1 but no. I tried to make this obvious by shaving all the hair off my dog as if Jen would all of a sudden wonder where all the hair was coming from and PICK UP THE VACUUM. Sadly, this did not happen.
Anyway, so yesterday I was in the kitchen washing dishes and Jen was eating her dinner and I was talking about how I was planning to have the housekeeper come only once every 3-weeks instead of every two. It was an informal conversation and I really didn’t expect any feedback. However, Jen responds, “Well, your floors really needed it every 2-weeks… and some other things too”
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I’m going to pause here for a moment to give you time to think about this little tid-bit because that’s EXACTLY what my brain did. At first I thought, she must be joking. A quick glance in her direction confirmed that she was still idly flipping through her magazine with no sign of comedy on her face.
At this point, enough time had passed that I couldn’t really come back with a good comment like “Some people might find commenting on the cleanliness of their floors rude. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am totally not one of those people but some people might” or “I don’t know how things worked in Hell New York…”. No, all I could muster was a “We’ll see.” while my brain was saying, “Yes, we will see how this house looks after you’re amazing never-ending fur ball is out of here”.
Today I confirmed with Holly that it is in fact rude to comment on the state of a floor that you do not vacuum. That’s actually the rule, you cannot comment on the cleanliness of something you do not clean. Husbands, are you listening!