She's a Maneater
As River City sweeps up the last remnants of horse manure and spent dreams, I find myself gearing up for another week. My girls left Saturday to spend a week with their dad. As you'd imagine, that's always a difficult time for me. And hey, throw in a dose of PMS, and guess what famous blogger/heroclix afficionado/comic book geek you DON'T wanna be?
Poor boy.
I've spent the better part of three days trampling his manhood. Well, not like a high-heeled leather thigh boots trampling that manhood kind of thing...I meant it more philosophically. Here's a little list of all the things I made Highlander do this weekend:
* Give me backrubs. Lots and lots of backrubs.
* Take me to a movie about an involuntary castration (and then put out when we got home).
* Dye my hair. Gotta wash that grey right out of my hair...
* Do the grocery shopping.
* Make the bed.
* Walk the dog. (And we don't even HAVE a dog.)
* Do the dishes.
* Go on a picnic at the park and then a walk in the woods.
* Give me an unnatural and terribly greedy amount of snuggling.
* Fold a great lot of laundry. (Though, I think, technically, that was Friday night before the kids left.)
* Go to Wal-Mart for Mother's Day cards, silk flowers, a flower pot and a few other doodads, on Sunday night at 9PM, which is, apparently, the time that Wal-Mart sends all their cashiers on break and has two lanes open for 400 customers. Of course, that's their regular gig.
* Eat nothing but crappy diet food all weekend.
I'm working on a little Mother's Day project for Highlander's mum, and a craft project for my oldest daughter. Not sure how much I can get done tonight.
Perhaps, I shouldn't worry about it...and just add a few more things to Highlander's list. But first he needs to give me a pedicure and wash the car...;)
Poor boy.
I've spent the better part of three days trampling his manhood. Well, not like a high-heeled leather thigh boots trampling that manhood kind of thing...I meant it more philosophically. Here's a little list of all the things I made Highlander do this weekend:
* Give me backrubs. Lots and lots of backrubs.
* Take me to a movie about an involuntary castration (and then put out when we got home).
* Dye my hair. Gotta wash that grey right out of my hair...
* Do the grocery shopping.
* Make the bed.
* Walk the dog. (And we don't even HAVE a dog.)
* Do the dishes.
* Go on a picnic at the park and then a walk in the woods.
* Give me an unnatural and terribly greedy amount of snuggling.
* Fold a great lot of laundry. (Though, I think, technically, that was Friday night before the kids left.)
* Go to Wal-Mart for Mother's Day cards, silk flowers, a flower pot and a few other doodads, on Sunday night at 9PM, which is, apparently, the time that Wal-Mart sends all their cashiers on break and has two lanes open for 400 customers. Of course, that's their regular gig.
* Eat nothing but crappy diet food all weekend.
I'm working on a little Mother's Day project for Highlander's mum, and a craft project for my oldest daughter. Not sure how much I can get done tonight.
Perhaps, I shouldn't worry about it...and just add a few more things to Highlander's list. But first he needs to give me a pedicure and wash the car...;)
posted by SuperWife | 5:45 PM
5 Comments:
Yes, dear. Wash the SuperGirlfriend and give the car a pedicure. Okay. On the list.
At this very moment, there are two PMS-ing females in my house. Is it any wonder my son is hiding in the basement and dh is outside moving the lawn very S-L-O-W-L-Y?
: )
H -
Laugh while you can, Monkey Boy!
LC -
It's not completely uncommon for three of us to be PMS-ing simultaneously. Give us another 5-6 years and there will be four, four women PMS-ing...HA, HA, HA, HA!!!
How do you get him to give you all those backrubs?!
Spider girl -
Mostly he volunteers. But, if I threaten not to give him yeast rolls for a week, that works well, too.
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